My husband has been feeding the birds, squirrels and rabbits around our home for several years. Now our grandson likes to help put out food when he is here. This squirrel will chatter and make a terrible racket until he gets fresh food every day. We think he's a son or grandson of another squirrel we fed for 3 years that my husband named Stubby. He got that name because he lost his tail, probably getting run over by a car. Stubby became so tame that he would come up on our front porch and scratch on the door, demanding to be fed.
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