Saturday, 15 April 2017
As I ate my breakfast this morning, gazing out the kitchen window at the newly solidified morning light, I watched a black squirrel drop from the wires into the neighbours maple tree. As it made it's way down the trunk something caused it to stop, creep around to the other side and peek around, then back up the trunk to the lower branches. Its tail was swirling and twitching and I could hear his plaintive cries through the closed windows. What on earth was out there to upset it? Rising from my chair I saw a rabbit on the lawn below the tree. A rabbit? The squirrel was afraid of a rabbit? Bunny had to be aware of the squirrel with all that racket going on but it sat there lost in contemplation of something and totally ignoring the little scamp. The complaining and travelling up and down the trunk carried on throughout my oatmeal. Squirrels are not smart. It could have gone back up the tree, regained the wire and continued on its way but all it knew was that it wanted to go down the tree and it couldn't. Finally, taking pity on the squirrel I opened the front door and slammed it shut. The rabbit moved a couple of feet and resumed meditation. The stand off continues.