This red squirrel, Tamiasciurus hudsonicus, was chasing, or being chased — in a circle it’s hard to tell who’s on first — by a gray squirrel, Sciurus carolinensis, on a big ash tree in Bradford, MA. Meanwhile, a neighborhood cat was patrolling the nearby fence, hoping for a loser. We chased the cat off.
I’ve never seen a red squirrel in NYC. The Bronx might have some, nestled up there as it is to the rest of America (it’s the only one of the five boroughs that isn’t an island or part of an island). The gray squirrels, of course, are omnipresent, in the parks and also inside the innerblock zones, those under appreciated islands of green. I used to have the grays in my walls in a previous Brooklyn residence. A couple of years ago I had them coming into the Back 40 to bury treasures (“for later”) in my pots, the only available soil around. Long a student of the “American war” (as they call it in Vietnam), I set up wooden shish kabob skewers around the pots like punji sticks, and that turned out to work nicely.
An unfortunate speller, I had to look up “squirrel” to get it right, and thus wondered about its ent. Thusly, ME fr. MF fr. VL fr L, with many assumptions therein, all going to back to Gk words for shadow and tail (as in buttocks)….
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