In dreams, anything can be anything, and everybody can do. We can fly, we can turn upside down, we can transform into anything.      ~ Twyla Tharp

I’ll take a pass on transforming into this squirrel. One, she hangs upside to eat and, two, she eats suet which is made with all sorts of stuff I avoid except on behalf of birds.

That’s right…birds. Not squirrels. Can someone please let her know the squirrel food’s on the back fence?