Saturday, October 1, 2011

Blond Squirrel

Great day in the cemetery for the Voices From the Past: Evergreen Cemetery Discovery Walk 2011. Lovely audiences, many squirrels. I had seen the resident blond squirrel earlier at a rehearsal, but he visited again today between performances.

Along with plenty of other squirrels, probably all officially American red squirrels, of various sizes and colorings. Busily burying things or chasing each other around.

This blondish red squirrel is a photo taken by D. Gordon E. Robertson, with full credits here.

Also vaguely pertinent, this poem with a squirrel (not) in it, "Golden Retriever," at IthacaLit.

14 comments:

Collagemama said...

Real blond or bottle blond? I love the poem.

Kathleen said...

Looked real to me! Thanks!

seana said...

We have black squirrels here in addition to the brown ones, which are also pretty darn cute.

Kathleen said...

Yes, I have seen the occasional black squirrel around here, too!

SarahJ said...

We have crazy redheads here. In NJ where I grew up they were all standard grey, though downstate a bit they turned black. I always found that sweet. I love squirrels.

Julie Kistler said...

Scott got a picture of the blond squirrel. Definitely looked natural blond, not albino.

Kathleen said...

I'm tickled to have seen all the squirrels in my life, so far, and all sizes, too. Several teenagers in the cemetery this week, along with the oldies. And one pretty teeny one.

I have also written a zombie squirrel poem that shall not be posted here!

seana said...

I want to read the zombie squirrel poem!

I have this funny thing going on with one squirrel. About a week ago, I was walking down the street and one suddenly leaped in the air across my path from a fence to a telephone post. That was startling, but I didn't think that much about it, until I was walking in the same place and I heard this squirrel moving along the fence beside me. I thought, I know you are just waiting till I get close enough to the telephone pole that you can leap across my path again. I foiled its clever little plan though by going around the pole. Sure enough a moment later it leaped across.

Of course, I can't prove it was deliberate, but I think it was.

Kathleen said...

They are definitely playful! They yell and chatter at me sometimes from rooftop or branch, but I know they like me and think I'm pretty harmless, since I leave them apple cores and peanuts.

Some days I am so still in the back yard, so just-another-living-thing, that every other living thing comes around. (Kind of like a Disney movie heroine. Only real.)

Cathy said...

I'm so glad you're in the cemetery!

(Wait, no, that didn't sound right. . .)

Who are you playing? The first female army brain surgeon, perhaps? Or just a hooker?

We get an occasional black squirrel here, too, as well as the blondies. First time I saw one I thought it was amazing, but a friend from up north told me they've got bunches of them where she's from.

Susan Scheid said...

What a clever idea the cemetery walk is! And, of course, the squirrel is adorable . . .

Jayne said...

Oh, he's a cutie. I'd hate to drive over that one. The greys here in southern New England have gone bonkers. They are intentionally darting out in front of cars! Seriously. I think it's some new game of Dare. ;)

Love the poem!

Kim said...

An albino squirrel lived in my old neighborhood in Minneapolis, years ago. Nice to see you as Martha yesterday!

Kathleen said...

Thanks, all! To answer Cathy, I play Martha Rice, a Southern sympathizer. There were plenty in this area. As I recall...it busted up the local Presbyterian Church into two.

As to the squirrels, they continue adorable. And there's also a red fox.

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