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.
Real blond or bottle blond? I love the poem.
ReplyDeleteLooked real to me! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWe have black squirrels here in addition to the brown ones, which are also pretty darn cute.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have seen the occasional black squirrel around here, too!
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteScott got a picture of the blond squirrel. Definitely looked natural blond, not albino.
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteI have also written a zombie squirrel poem that shall not be posted here!
I want to read the zombie squirrel poem!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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.
ReplyDeleteSome 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.)
I'm so glad you're in the cemetery!
ReplyDelete(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.
What a clever idea the cemetery walk is! And, of course, the squirrel is adorable . . .
ReplyDeleteOh, 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. ;)
ReplyDeleteLove the poem!
An albino squirrel lived in my old neighborhood in Minneapolis, years ago. Nice to see you as Martha yesterday!
ReplyDeleteThanks, 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.
ReplyDeleteAs to the squirrels, they continue adorable. And there's also a red fox.