Although I know squirrels are just like rats only graced with a fluffy tail and pretty fur, I have an affinity for them. Like all the other living things in my woods, their resourcefulness in finding food and shelter impresses me as winter blows in. Beyond the now empty trees, the blue mounds of mountains, edges faded with fog and snow, remind me there are more creatures stirring in the higher regions. Deer, bear, raccoons, opossums, ground hogs, all live with the wild turkeys, pilliated woodpeckers, and the wild boar.
Like a voyeur, I sit at my window. My window, a silent move screen, provides a view of daily lives of active animals and birds. Humans must seem lazy to the wild things out there. We sit on the deck and talk and laugh. We take walks just to walk. We are happy to watch the animals as they work.
The gray squirrel doesn’t worry. He lives in the moment. He is doing what he is supposed to do, what he must do, according to his innate nature. He can’t think about his mortality or that of his family.
That reminds me. I'd better get out my checkbook and pay some bills. Ugh!
|Flicker on the suet feeder |