A welcome squirrel

Red squirrels are infrequent visitors to our yard. This russet gentleman is the first I’ve seen in a few years. I don’t mind them at all: they are less aggressive, destructive and thuggish than their larger cousins, and move with such grace and vitality they’re a joy to watch.

Thoreau on red squirrels:

“All day long the red squirrels came and went, and afforded me much entertainment by their manoeuvres. One would approach at first warily through the shrub oaks, running over the snow-crust by fits and starts like a leaf blown by the wind, now a few paces this way, with wonderful speed and waste of energy, making inconceivable haste with his “trotters,” as if it were for a wager, and now as many paces that way, but never getting on more than half a rod at a time; and then suddenly pausing with a ludicrous expression and a gratuitous somerset, as if all the eyes in the universe were fixed on him, — for all the motions of a squirrel, even in the most solitary recesses of the forest, imply spectators as much as those of a dancing girl, — wasting more time in delay and circumspection than would have sufficed to walk the whole distance, — I never saw one walk, — and then suddenly, before you could say Jack Robinson, he would be in the top of a young pitch pine, winding up his clock and chiding all imaginary spectators, soliloquizing and talking to all the universe at the same time, — for no reason that I could ever detect, or he himself was aware of, I suspect.”

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2 thoughts on “A welcome squirrel

  1. NY Orienteer

    We have both red and gray squirrels in our yard. The red ones are definitely my favorites! (And they never figured out how to climb onto the feeder. The gray ones are baffled again…)

    • I need to replace the crooked poles with straight pipe this year. Both the squirrels can climb up the bend, and there’s nowhere to put a baffle on them.

      Red squirrels are such drama queens, aren’t they? They cross the yard like they’ree vogue-ing down the runway.

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