This is the time of year I see a lot of young squirrels
feeling their oats. How many times have I stopped to watch a couple of them
chasing each other around the oak tree? It’s not like their technique varies
that much; I just never seem to get tired of it!
One of my neighbors used to call them “tree rats”, pointing out the only difference he noticed between the two rodents was one had a fluffy tail. Don was a bit of a curmudgeon, but he was the only one in our apartment complex who fed them peanuts on a daily basis.
I think of them as North American monkeys. They occupy the same entertaining niche for us here as they do for people living in South America.
I think the outer world would be far more boring without squirrels scolding our cats and burying our acorns.
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