For several weeks, I was looking for the little jokers who have populated the small park from where I have shared many original photos of over the years. [Wow. That was a long convoluted sentence. I don’t even know how to punctuate that.]
Last week, I saw a small body flattened in the road next to the park. I cringed and spoke aloud to myself. Another is gone. The park has an eerie feel. Empty of frolicking jokers, who were like my friends through literally all-kinds-of-weather. They seemed to like to pose and show off for my camera.
As it is finally spring, they would surely be running and hopping and chasing once more? Yet I have a sense of doom, as I have not seen them in the old growth trees.
Today’s walk in the sun and beauty of the blossoming trees made me all the sadder for their disappearance.
Several weeks ago a shadow flew high above the house across the street. A falcon or a hawk? Yes. Last year I had seen a juvenile hawk clinging to some vines on my next door neighbors’ garage. I speculated, could that be the reason for the squirrels vanishing? I checked and read that hawks do eat squirrels. Falcons eat small birds.
I have spent so little time with people in the last year and a half, that these squirrels were some comic relief through the pandemonium of these trying times and Covid.
On a Sunday a couple of weeks ago, I saw one lone squirrel hanging out with two large crows on a park bench. The squirrel just bounded away unconcerned. On May 5th, a few days later, I took a picture of him. He’s large in size so I guessed that he’s a he.
After I did my neighborhood walk around, on the way back, I saw a smaller squirrel running across the street into the park! I was briefly hopeful.
Yes, squirrels are rodents and are known to be pests for many reasons. Still I miss the antics of these humble companions.
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.
Have a good week wherever you may be.
Post Script: From November 23, 2020 here is a photo I took in the park of the shadow in the sky. Predator on the hunt.