Friday, February 14, 2014

Drama in the back yard

As is my habit when I arrive in the morning kitchen, I check the temperature (a balmy 62 inside and 33 outside) and then put the shade up on the big window over the sink. I scan the back yard for birds, tracks, snow depth (about 3 feet) and anything unusual.

Today, some movement just on the far side of the forsythia bushes down on the snow caught my eye. Grabbing my trusty binoculars, I could see a mouse-like critter apparently chasing its tail around and around. It had a tail like a mouse, but was rounder than I think a mouse is and didn’t seem to have quite such an elongated face as I picture on a mouse.

The behavior continued as I watched, and I saw a small red squirrel run along the boundary line and a larger gray squirrel venture out of a tree and up into the forsythia and then to the top of the clothesline post where it seemed to watch the small critter below and then dart down and over to the base of the bird feeders in case there were any seeds on the ground.

Was the little guy trying to stay warm? Was it trying to find its home? Was it rabid? I’ll never know. It continued its frantic skittering on the ice-glazed snow, leaving a yellow stain on the territory it traversed, finally coming to rest on its side, about a foot from where it started. If I had been 10 minutes later coming downstairs, I would have missed this drama. I heard Pete Seeger singing:

“To every thing, turn, turn, turn/ there is a season, turn, turn turn,/and a time for every purpose, under Heaven.”

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