Squirrels being rather well adapted to human presence, they're a common enough encounter even for city dwellers, but somehow their antics never stop being funny. Stick their big fluffy behinds into any photo and somehow they add a bit of goofy charm.
This next one though was out in the woods in a rural area, not one of your quasi-domesticated backyard bird-feeder types. It ran partway up a tree trunk at my approach.
Then it stopped, turned upside down, took stock of me for a few seconds and apparently decided that eh, this joker's no threat, and headed back down to go about its business. I don't think I've ever felt so snubbed even after a bad job interview. Man, what is the point of being a world-trampling breed of giant murder-ape if even the palm-sized acorn-munchers dun give ya no respect!
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P.S.: - and then Trump declared war on the squirrels.
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