Our squirrel came back again today. I’ve done a bit
of research, and I think it will be a young one that was part of an early Spring
litter, that is now finding his own bit of territory. Being young, he hasn’t
learnt the danger of roads and humans, so he’s happy to explore in our garden
and steal some of the bird food. The birds, I have to say, don’t seem in the
slight bit bothered. I thought there’d
be running battles, or some kind of bloodbath, but the birdies just hang back a
bit while the squirrel is nosing at the feeder, and then as soon as he/she has
buggered off, they get back to it.
I hope, in a way, we keep seeing him. I suppose
because of the Latin name we should christen it ‘Caroline’. (why are humans so
obsessed with naming everything? Even inanimate objects like cars and bikes get
a nickname, for God’s sake. It’s not as if your Fiesta will come running up the
drive if you call it…)
I’m developing this little dream where Mathew and
Caroline grow together and become great friends, and I get lots of interesting
videos of them sitting in the garden, sharing lunch. Maybe that’s weird of me,
but my mind projects forwards however much I try and stop it, and it’s nice to
have a cute little dream like that, rather than one where I’m out of a job and
struggling to buy Mathew carrots.
RC 16-6-20
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