I stepped out onto our deck to enjoy the fresh air and clear skies. I wasn’t thinking about much of anything when I sensed that I wasn’t alone.
I looked up into the trees that form our backyard and guess who was up there waving hello? None other than your friend and mine, Fuzzy the Squirrel.
He looked to be in good shape. I’m figuring he’s around at least 5 years old, which is pretty old for a squirrel who lives in the wild, if you can call our backyard the wild.
I did notice that while he was twisting around to tidy up his fur, he was hanging tough on his tree branch, not even bothering to give me a second glance.
He seemed to be content to just sit up there, not barking or doing much of anything. I’ve never seen him so calm and Zen-like.
So I took a few photos of him, watched him as he dozed off to sleep– and couldn’t help but wonder how much longer my blog posts will be featuring Fuzzy the Squirrel. [Read more about him here.]