August 3rd 2011 Tim Candler
Don't know what it is about Grey Squirrels, but I have a
deep suspicion of them. Give me a Fox Squirrel, with the red in
his fine tail and a smile in his eye.
Often there is a Fox Squirrel
rummaging around in the barn, as I often do. And often I know what
it is I am looking for. But with a Fox Squirrel, I can never quite
tell what he thinks he is doing, because he is also vague and forgetful.
So sometimes we just stare at each other in a hopeless confusion.
This time, across where metal
things with potential are stored, the scurry and rattle was such that my
heart retreated because I thought it a stranger. It was a level of
activity Fox Squirrels who I know rarely achieve unless moved by an anxiety of
Then something with a fluffy tail
leapt from a high beam, flew a while and fell four feet on the ground,
before racing toward the hedgerow. It was acrobatic and
wonderful movement, and it was very, very quick. And then I thought "that's a Grey Squirrel."