That hearty urban mammal, the gray squirrel, Sciurus carolinensis, makes its way across the Back 40 Bypass between the abandoned house to the south and the half-abandoned house to the north. (It’s a bit of a slum corner, I’m afraid.) The squirrels have a condo in the upper stories of the half-abandoned house to the north and a summer place in the gut job to the south. They make occasional detours into the Back 40 to bury peanut shells in my pots, which host some of the only available earth around. I place the business ends of wooden skewers like a palisade around the pots to discourage this practice, which otherwise results in good rich dirt being scattered all over the place, and, I have to say, a couple generations of forgotten peanut shells.
What’chu lookin’ at, Wills?
Through the window
2 responses to “Through the window”
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Love that second photo of Don Corleo- I mean, of the cute little squirrel. Is that the same dude as the skinny, stretched-out speed addict on the fence? They’re amusing critters, though not so much the year they spent rampaging through my attic when I lived in Dallas. Now that I have no house, I unequivocally enjoy their antics, as they play chase & leapfrog all over Riverside Park.
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It sure doesn’t look like the same individual, but when they hunch up like that, they do look big. My elderly neighbor never ceases to remind me to never let them in. Had them above me in a rowhouse in Park Slope long ago; the noise when they fought/mated/surfed the internet, whatever it was, was tremendous.
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