trunk of a big maple tree periodically stopping to watch the turkeys. Perhaps they were conjuring up a plan of action. I could almost see the wheels turning in the squirrels' heads. Soon, one small squirrel came up with a solution. It studied the turkeys with intensity. It sat on its haunches with its paws resting on its belly, contemplating the issue at hand. However, as the drama continued, I could see patience was not its strong point. It wanted the turkeys to move - immediately. Suddenly, this brave little one darted across the yard to the far corner of the fence. The feeder is in the middle of the fence between two heavy poles. For a minute, it watched the largest turkey peck the seeds. It was oblivious 36 to the squirrel. The squirrel's quest was halfway done. It immediately raced up the pole. With the grace of a circus tightrope walker, it scurried along the top wire of the fence and got to the top of the feeder. Mission accomplished. I love evenings the best. There is a wonderful calmness as the sun sets. The birds begin their nightly routine. A dove and its mate coo softly as they sit on the fence. The robins hop about trying to get that last worm before they fly to their nest. The beautiful goldfinches peck at the seed sock, working to get a little snack in before bedtime. Their day is done. All of them have finished their quest for survival and will rest the night. Tomorrow they will begin again; a job for them, a gift for me. GAME NEWS