Forest in autumn days

Although rarely encountered now fine days, frightens dull autumn rain and slush, it is still a lot of interesting things will give forest clearings and edges. Not without reason because sometimes called October a black trail. Sumeesh solve cunning weave of animal tracks - will discover more than one exciting scene from the life of the inhabitants of woods and thickets. Squirrels in our woods are not always lived. Trees in it grew a little, and nuts did not have any. Only pine trees, and not every year bring a modest yield of cones. In years when there were bumps, squirrels looked in our region, built on the lush pines my warm nest and produces a small squirrels. Squirrels were growing up, getting older by the fall in protein and with their parents went on a long journey in search of food. Peep sometimes proteins in the summertime, when it is not afraid to travel and to spend the night do not need the warm nest, look, there is no ripe cones, run around the entire forest and quickly leave, to cold to find yourself a forest, where you can 'feed the whole winter. It will be winter in the forest, snow-buried a forest trail, shielding the firs fluffy hats - will be empty and lonely in the forest. Well, at least some animal would have seemed to the eyes, flashed at least once to the pine branches of the protein. Walk through the empty woods sad. But what if the summer when the squirrels drop in to explore, to take and even lure furry guests? Maybe then they will remain with us for the winter. I found in the forest quiet and comfortable place, put the feeder on a tree stump, and every day to wait for the protein. Every day I went into the woods with the dog and waited for her to find animals, travel and barking to announce that the squirrels came to visit. And now appeared the first proteins. The dog looked up to the high pine tree and barked. I hurried to the barking and on top of the tree he saw a bright-red squirrel. By the evening I brought the bird feeder prepared in advance cones, bits of crackers and. Seeds. I again put on the feeder cones and seeds. and hung up to dry the knots still, and mushrooms. Proteins daily visited the feeder. Sometimes I'm hiding in the bushes and saw the trunk of pine trees down, listening to the little red-haired animal. Squirrel paws touched boards feeders, grabbing the bump and jump up into the tree. Nobody is frightened animal, squirrel slowly and cautiously back down the tree. The days passed, my guests are getting bolder, quietly jumped to the feeder and picked a better treat. Soon the squirrel on the feeder peel pine cones, dropping the flakes around the dining room. Every day, the protein became less. Stopped visiting the feeder and some of my friends. Do not lump or crackers, or dried mushrooms will not keep the protein? Les flew, he frowned. Flying and bullfinch, because this year was a bad harvest in the forest of mountain ash. But three squirrels are still in the dining room. I watched the furry friends, knew where they roost, and when cover his, that the squirrels started to insulate their nests, reassured: proteins remain to winter. Not chased them and winter. Every day, I brought a little friend's dinner, but no longer hide from them, and just moving away. Proteins immediately descended on the feeder. They were not afraid of me. In the spring of brave animals appeared squirrels. By summer they had grown up and become accustomed to the trough. When looked into the woods squirrel troops, my squirrels became fast friends with the traveling animals. When the travelers left the forest, on the feeder, I saw five animals that remained for the winter. Who are these animals? My old friends, their children or other proteins? I do not know. But for now I went to new concerns. All winter to feed five squirrels.