Meet Cheeky Squirrel…

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A few months back, I wrote a post about my local wildlife, which many of you seemed to enjoy. You’ll be pleased to hear, then, that the foxes are still being daft, the parakeets are still being noisy, the Pidge family are still quietly getting on with it (whatever ‘it’ is in the world of wood pigeons), the magpies are still bouncing round like they own the place, and Cheeky Squirrel is still as cheeky as ever.

Actually, Cheeky Squirrel is now letting me take photos of him, and you can see an example above. This is something of a development – I’ve tried snapping him before, but he’s always run away before I could even get my camera focused! This time, he sat quite still, watching with interest as I photographed the autumn leaves on the trees and then posed for a portrait or two.

As you can see, he’s all fluffed up against the cold, and quite rightly too – the temperature is rapidly dropping further as winter approaches here. The trees are almost bare now and food will soon become scarce unless he’s cached some nuts somewhere (he probably has). I’m sure you will join me in wishing Cheeky Squirrel the best of luck in getting through to the spring…

A Room With a View

This is the view from my living room window.

Lovely, isn’t it?

I can see these beautiful sycamore trees from my desk, and they make a great distraction when writer’s block comes calling. For example, this morning there were several enthusiastic magpies bouncing about on the branches, squawking loud enough to wake the dead, and I often see the local squirrel gang playing in these trees, fearlessly leaping and bounding about like tiny Olympic athletes with fluffy tails. Occasionally there will also be green parakeets, which are always a colourful treat to see (albeit a distinctly noisy one!).

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Watch out… squirrels about!

Watch out... squirrels about!

Out for a pleasant walk by the Thames in the sunshine last Sunday, I turned a corner to find this gang of cheeky rodents – in fact, this lot weren’t the only grey squirrels in sight. Tempted by the remains of picnics and ice creams (as well as the seeds and buds of the many mature trees in the area), squirrels were bounding round everywhere I looked. As I walked through the shady green grounds of York House in Twickenham with my camera in my hand, they seemed to be edging ever closer to me, circling me as I strolled – their fear of humans almost non-existent after so many years of posing for photographs and being cute for scraps of food. It almost felt as if I were in the opening scenes of some weird, squirrelly horror movie, so I quickly pocketed my camera and left, breathing a sigh of relief…

I think I’ll stick with ducks in the future!