There are so many squirrels here in Austin, and from what I can tell many of them travel solo. It amazes me that they can run across the street, avoiding cars and neighborhood cats with amazing speed and comical gestures. I know they don’t always make it, but I have yet to see the tragic aftermath of a squirrel mission gone wrong.
I posted the photo above about a month ago on the rushmore beekeepers Instagram, but every time I come across this it cracks me up. Despite the poor quality (I took it through a window, zoomed in on my phone’s camera), I feel like this guy (or gal) deserves a place in rb history and maybe even a song, eventually.
On our house-hunting trip to Austin in March Carrie and I went to the Capitol and witnessed either a courting ritual or a wild chase. We never found out which one it was. Let’s go with courting ritual.
A few years back as part of 52 of 28, I wrote a children’s song, “one two three,” about the animals I’d see in Henderson, NV. Never squirrels; mostly just coyotes, quail, and rabbits.