Eye for Drama
A flash of movement on the sidewalk caught my eye as I crested the hillock by Kane. One of the ubiquitous gray squirrels swarming a zigzag accross the sidewalk, oversized crust of bread clamped in her jaws. Just now we seem overrun with squirrels; the autumn brings them out to hunt chestnuts and acorns in the duff. But this one had an entourage -- one of the big glaucous gulls that squeal from the rooftops and haunt the picnic tables of campus. The gull was giving chase: hopping and gliding just behind the squirrel and making determined stabs for the bread crust. Then a second gull glided in to menace from the other side, and the whole dodging, stabbing, glide-hopping trio proceeded off stage left where the squirrel made the peace and safety of a nearby spruce to enjoy her spoils while the gulls sat below, peering after. I've watched birds try to steal food from each other -- contests of will and bluff among and between gulls and crows, for instance -- but this was the first time I had seen them go after a mammal. Still, the real question coming out of this miniature Mutual of Omaha moment is, why am I the only one who stops to watch it?
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As you know, Bob, our house is surrounded by large trees and we have a plethora of squirrels which I can watch without even leaving my chair. The cats like it too.
MKK
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Point Defiance is spiff, alright. We went last year for the first time, and met both a kookaburra and a porcupine out for walkies with zoo workers. (Well, I guess the kook wasn't actually walking.)
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