Fox squirrel eating a crabapple
Though I am occasionally miffed at the raids on my bird feeders perpetrated by the squirels that reside near my home, I confess that I find their rodential antics to be a source of entertainment. This morning a squirel briefly diverted me from my work with its efforts to harvest some frozen crabapples from a tree outside my window.
My dogs alerted me to the squirrel's presence, perched as it was some ten feet above their yapping heads. After herding the pack back into the house, I sat by the window and watched the squirrel engage in a series of dexterous moves in its pursuit of food.
Admitedly, there is nothing extraordinary about the ubiquitous urbanized squirrel, and I have yet to live in a city that does not boast a healthy population of these hardy scavengers. Yet I find the activity of squirrel-watching to be a unique form of relaxation that offers the participant an opportunity to put aside the stresses of the moment in favor of improving one's peace of mind.
My dogs, of course, completely disagree with this assessment, as they recognize the lowly squirrel as a four-legged foe, hell-bent on acts of terror against canines. My Puggle, a rambunctious fellow named Eddie Haskell, stalks squirrels much in the manner of a savannah lion, slowly creeping through the grass before a final mad sprint to the nearest tree. He has not yet scored a victory in his dedicated efforts at squirrel-catching, but he seems to enjoy the pastime.
As do I.