Squirrels are happy fellows, forest favorites,
types of tireless life.
Of all Nature’s wild beasts, they seem to me the wildest.
May we come to know each other better.
I have a new little friend.
I call him Squirrelly.
This birdfeeder is mounted outside my kitchen window, on the second floor. I believe that Squirrelly is climbing the drainpipe to get to it. When he has eaten his fill, he launches himself out into space, sheer drop to the ground below.
How did he even know there was food in there?
He eats all the peanuts out of the feeder, but I cannot help but admire his tenacity. And since I know there was a curious lack of acorns this year, I let it go.
Maybe I can train him to sit and beg. Maybe I can entice him to don a little top hat.
Can’t you just picture it?
If you look closely at this picture, you can see me with the camera reflected in his eyes!
What great pals we shall be.