|Squirrels And A Childhood Memory
||[Jun. 29th, 2019|12:14 pm]
We have fallen into the habit of referring to our squirrels as "squwidgers". Is it just us or does everyone do it?|
We have a lot of squirrels. They gather round the feeders at the front and back of the house. The most I've counted at any one time is eight. Or possibly nine- they move around so fast it's hard to keep track.
My brother-in-law once had a visiting squirrel he'd trained to take food from his hand. Ours aren't quite that tame, but they've been coming into the house. Yes, I know some people think of them as vermin but they're so graceful and pretty...
I saw Marlowe take a lolloping run at one of them the other day then pull up short. After all he might have actually caught it- and then he'd have been in uncharted territory.
Which reminds me of a fight I had with a slightly bigger boy when I was eight (it was a mass ruck between one class and another)- which, thanks to a cunning judo move I'd learned off the telly, ended with me on top, pinning him down. "Now what you going to do?" he asked good-humouredly- and I really didn't know. Hit him? Kill him? So I counted to three and let him go- then wandered away from the battleground feeling slightly foolish...