It was
another sweltering day when I stepped outside. White tips, the grey
squirrel was sitting in the maple and began to natter when he saw
me. What? Moi? He knows me well enough so I thought a cat must be
nearby.
Movement
among the shrubs led my eyes to a black squirrel. Struggling, it climbed up the
fence and on to the rail. I stood and squinted, wondering why it
was so large and then I realised it was carrying something.
Moments
later, after running into the house for the camera, my eyes focused
on its luggage. AHA !
It was moving day ! In its mouth was a baby being gently carried
along the fence top. Every
time it stopped there were squeaks of I don't wanna go! Well, I'm imagining that was the phrase.
I
watched as it ran, well more like scampering as squirrels tend to do.
Across one side, a tight right onto the chain link fence pipe, then into
the hedge. Another squirrel joined the parade but I believe it was
more of an escort. Onto the neighbours roof and out of sight.
I had
seen this only once before when there was a parade of adults carrying
their young ones to a nest in the front garden. Then as now, it's
amazing how caring they can be. I do hope they haven't moved far as
I've been enjoying watching 5 or 6 youngsters spill out of the nest
at first light, wrestling, chasing and cavorting with each other.
As I watched them scurry across the roof I whispered...don't forget to write.