We again have two squirrels; they are tiny thin timid beasts. I watched them one frosty morning huddled together in the south-facing fork of the pseudo-acacia tree, obviously enjoying the warmth of the sun. It was a frosty morning and the sunshine must have been very welcome.
They have built a dray, high up in the birch tree. So far, most of their day is spent in the malus tree eating the crabapples. The pigeons also feast on these and they are fast depleting, soon there will be none left. No doubt the squirrels will then find our bird table. How long before they become as tame as the others is anyone’s guess.
I threw two plums on the lawn. One of the squirrels found them, and squatting on his haunches, sat until he had eaten one. After washing his hands and face – a delicate procedure and a joy to watch – he picked up the remaining plum in his mouth, carried it to the birch tree, where he climbed high, before traversing almost the length of the branch, and pushing it into a fork, he went off about his business. Often over the next several days, I saw him go and check the plum, without even attempting to eat it. However, one afternoon, I watched as one of the two squirrels, as yet I cannot tell them apart, climbed to the plum, disengaged it from its nook, and carrying it lower down the branch, he sat beside the trunk and ate it.
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