Creator, today I thank you for the entertainment of squirrels. Amen.
One of my favorite small animals to watch are the “Nutters,” my nickname for Squirrels. They are industrious, energetic, athletic, boisterous, and sometimes really, really stupid. They have good lessons to teach, and I have a few squirrel stories.
One time I sought the forest to drum and to pray. Two red squirrels located themselves on the trunk of a Hemlock where I was praying for healing the oceans. When I hit the drum, they sat hypnotized. When I stopped hitting the drum, they scolded me for being in their personal space.
Another time I was parked on a bench beside the Hudson River beneath an Eastern Red Bud Tree. It was mid-June. A huge leaf fell on my head, and then another. I looked up, perplexed. Finally I spotted the dancing squirrel, as it settled down to eat a mouthful of something that grows at the end of the leaf where it joins the tree. Not a nut. That leaf too fell on my head.
Many times I have been entertained by the antics of boisterous squirrels chasing each other up and down trees. There is a large population of them at this park beside the Hudson where I spend my days between bus runs. My favorite “Squirrel frieze” is when they stop suddenly on the trunk of the tree facing downward, the bushy tail jerking with alarm, their mouth open. They look like a water spout.
But the stupidity of squirrels makes me sigh. I drive a school bus, a large yellow box on wheels that any sensible, self preserving squirrel should be able to see before it darts out into the road. Alas. The little furry antic makers are very poor decision makers. “Which way do I go? Which way do I go?” Whop! Fade.