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| 9/1/25 Outside the upstairs window |
It was that funny sound squirrels sometimes make. I was in the middle of my online yoga class when I heard it through my open windows: a squirrel on a utility line with its rear jammed up against the pole, fluffy tail curled over its head.
You may recall that I have a long, troublesome, expensive history with squirrels. My feelings toward them are still ambivalent, and on this morning I was curious what that familiar sound means. Is it distress, anger, threatening? Was this an inexperienced climber uncertain about scaling back down the utility pole it had obviously scaled up? Was it calling a friend? Admiring the view into my yoga studio?
By the time I had finished the first sketch, it had skittered up the pole a short distance to another, slightly less precarious perch, then rested a while in the same pose, making that sound again. Eventually, it skittered away.
Namaste, squirrel. Namaste.
How cool that the squirrel stayed long enough for a sketch!
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