So, This is Lunch Then? A frozen maple seed whirlygig, tugged from the snow with cold claws, stripped from a small brown twig, and clutched to his teeth in his paws, the squirrel's lunch is served alfresco washed down with water lapped from a fallen icicle in the snow. Would you be happy with a meal like that? Not me. I wouldn't. Oh no! No, no, I really don't think so. With a satisfied twitch of his bottle brush tail, the grungy-furred gray squirrel finishes his meal and scampers off leaving a trail of tiny tracks in the snow as part of the deal. And I give thanks that I'm not a squirrel who eats frozen maple tree whirlygigs for lunch. I'm quite happy, thank you very much, to be a girl with a peanut butter sandwich, a glass of milk, and a just-right yellow banana pulled from the bunch. * * * * * Although it was still bitterly cold, we had a bright, sunny day today with amazingly clear blue skies. The icicles outside my kitchen wi...