How Abby and Friends, Came To Be. . .

 How Abby Ding Glove And Friends, Came To Be . . .

by: Judith Johnson Kypta


Abby inspired me to write a poem, and a "Childrens Series."  A cute Squirrel . . .  adopted me as her "Keeper" and I ended up naming her "Abby Ding Glove."

 Many of you, that know me . . . Are aware of my love for all animals.  I just find it so amazing, that because of this love . . . Animals and I relate.  It is as though they understand me, and I understand them.

One day, I was sitting in my front office at my computer, trying to think of another topic for a poem .  . .

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and looking up, I saw Abby Ding Glove.

I turned and said "Hi, Abby . . . I suppose you have come for breakfast"
At this point,  Abby was trying to peer in between the blinds to see if she could see me at  my desk. This little lady . . . Is a very smart squirrel!

I got up from my seat, Abby saw me and jumped from the railing where she sits, and ran to the front door. I went to the door with my bag of raw peanuts in hand, as Abby ran up to greet me, anxiously awaiting to catch a peanut and scurry up her maple tree, that sits in front of my house.

I have a lot of squirrels visit, but ONLY ABBY is allowed the pleasure of sitting in the little stump, up in the tree. There, she has a side ledge where she puts an extra peanut, when she can manage to carry two of them up the tree at the same time. I suppose she has marked her territory on that stump, for I know it is Abby . . . when I see her up at her stump, at any given time.

I just love the simplicity of it!  Abby senses my love for her, she knows to look in the window to see if I am there. She knows when I spot her, to get down and run to the front door . . . with the knowledge that me or my husband will open it with a bag of peanuts, giving her a treat.  Her body language, shows us how happy she is.  I feel sure she would allow me to pet her, maybe even pick her up. . . If I dare.

The other day, I stepped out on the porch, after coming up from my basement. My neighbor said "Judie, you just missed Abby, she was waiting by your porch."  My neighbor continued telling me, about Abby, saying  "Abby looked in the window, waited a bit, then left." My neighbor tried to feed her, but she wouldn't go near.   I asked her how long Abby had been gone, my neighbor answered "About five minutes now, she went up, over the hill."

I called out "Abby . . . Abby Ding Glove" a few minutes later, Abby came running down the hill and right up to me at the front porch.  Of course, I fed her. My neighbor started laughing. . . Saying "Never in my  75 years, have I seen anything, like the way these animals listen for you, and understand you, and you, them!"