An American red squirrel (Tamiasciuris hudsonicus) checks me out, April 12, 2010. © BCP 2010
I’m pretty sure that the meagre acreage of Ashbridge’s Bay Park only supports one or two pairs of red squirrels. I see a single specimen — rarely, if ever, two of them — only occasionally. But when I do, it’s cause for joy.
When these delightful little guys (Tamiasciuris hudsonicus) do make an appearance, it’s almost as if they dare me to a game of catch me if you can. They chitter from the treetops, then scurry like mad to a new location on a branch, chitter some more, then run as if they’re being pursued by the devil himself some more.
So when this little guy came out to see what I was doing down in the grass (I was trying to get a worm’s eye view of a brown-headed cowbird, if you must know) I went for it and squeezed off a shot. I caught him looking at me most quizzically. Looks like I won this particular game of playing hard to get.
© BCP 2010
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