This morning Miss Piggy had the 8 AM vet appointment, so we were out early. When I drove through the back gate on our return, there was a frantic flapping of wings just in front of my car as a hawk aborted his dive at the sound of my engine. A chattering squirrel dashed wildly up the oak tree.
I had blundered into an abduction that would not have ended well for the squirrel. It ran from the bird feeder area which is open, with no place to hide. My intervention, entirely inadvertent, had distracted the hawk, giving the squirrel enough time to reach the safety of the oak tree. Probably better that way. Had I had time to mull it over. . . well, never mind.
This evening, Dearly Beloved was manning the grill on the deck. Because of the way our yard slopes, our deck is second story–not that much fun for taking out the garbage, but delightful for surveying the neighborhood. DB was doing exactly that when a squirrel suddenly appeared by the grill and dropped a nut at his feet. Not an acorn–our yard is inundated with those. This nut:
We have no idea where the nearest pecan tree is, certainly not in any of the nearby yards. Furthermore, we’ve never seen a squirrel on the deck before.
Two possibilities come to mind. Was it a gift of gratitude for the accidental rescue? Or did he know that tomorrow is Dearly Beloved’s birthday? Just when I think I have them figured out, the damnsquirrels do something like this. Truce?
I’m not discounting the gift of the hawk, either. It afforded a far more effective teaching moment than Dearly Beloved ‘s broom tosses. Perhaps the tree rats will hereafter declare the bird feeder OFF LIMITS.
At any rate, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dearly Beloved!
I’m still nuts about you.