When we first arrived at Montrose Harbor on Sunday, we drove past the remnants of a festival. Vendors were dismantling their food tents, and clusters of people were plodding back to their cars. Had we arrived after everyone left, we still would have known they were there. Cups, paper, and signs dotted the field, the sidewalks, the road.
I don't think squirrels eat corn. Well, city squirrels anyway. But, being rodents (a subject I'd love to talk to the Lord about one day), they adapt pretty well to living among humans. Apparently, they have a taste for grilled corn on the cob. Sheesh, I've never even tried it!
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