This reminds me of my grandfather. He used to hand feed squirrels on his deck. They would come up onto his lap and he would give them peanutsI feed the crows, they bring their babies to meet me (the peanut man) once they are able to leave the nest. I’m on fifth generation now. I love how they fluff up when they see me. They never caw at me, they bring me shiny bits of junk sometimes and leave it on my porch or my windshield. There is one that will eat from my hand.
