Dances With Squirrels
Remember that Kevin Costner movie Dances With Wolves?
Well, the last two mornings, our W's have been defined by Dances With Squirrels.
The first morning, we were walking along a fence when we realized there was a squirrel on the other side. It was one of those fences with two rows of slats, so you can peek through and see glimpses of light. The squirrel was on one side; we were on the other. Oz started following it, and it moved directly sideways from board to board…which made it look like it was doing jazz hands in the air. This got Oz more and more excited, until the squirrel leapt directly backwards, turning in midair to grab a tree trunk. Yeah!
This morning, we were walking and we passed under the power cable that crosses one of the roads near the house. There was a squirrel on it, and he reached the midpoint just as we went underneath. Oz saw him, and for once, one of the sky squirrels saw Oz. He froze, then turned around, apparently deciding he was safer if he went back.
So we followed, slicing diagonally across the road.
He saw we were following, and turned around.
We followed.
He saw us, and turned around.
We…you get the idea. This was repeated 12-14 times, until Oz was leaping in the air and the squirrel was frenzied beyond belief. He finally made a break for it, ran to the end of the cable, and leapt onto a branch. He then sat there cussing at us and slashing the air with his little claws for…well, let's just say he was still cussing when we got too far away to hear him.
Dances With Squirrels
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