When I was little I saw lots of squirrels and I guess I just took them for granted. And then, for a long time, I didn’t see squirrels.
MayBE there were none. MayBE I wasn’t looking.
Or, just mayBE, I forgot about them altogether.
Now I see squirrels each and every day. I watch them fly from bush to branch, scurrying cross the fence outside, almost absentmindedly walking along the telephone [are those telephone poles standing above ground?!] wires, and chasing and chatting amongst themselves everywhere along where Gracie and I walk.
I am sure they DO have purpose and intention, yet to me it looks as if their entire Life is about BEing squirrels and DOing squirrelish things.
They seem to have a default setting at PLAY, and even the “work” they DO is done playfully.
I’m guessing this is why I forgot about, stopped looking for, or simply took squirrels so for granted that I didn’t see them for years and years.
Awhile back I recall writing about my discovering squirrel chatter. I don’t know if I didn’t hear it BEfore, or, which seems more likely true, I simply didn’t expect any sound from them, but a NOT so long ago morning I learned that indeed squirrels are chatty and amusingly so, too!!!
Really… quite astonishing!!
I love you, Currie