Hello, my friend. I shall call you Rhory, because it means "Red King." I'm particularly fond of your redness, because the squirrels back home are not fox squirrels; they are eastern grey squirrels. So for me, your redness is particularly striking.
I've been watching you on and off for a year now as you play outside my window. You've gotten fatter since I've last saw you, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.
I saw one of your relatives killed on the side of the road when I came into campus about a week ago. It made me quite sad, but I'm glad to know that it was not you. If you were fond of this squirrel, I am very sorry for your loss. But I'm very glad to see that you have come out of mourning and are eating well and enjoying your Sunday afternoons.
Well Mr. Rhory, I must say I found you quite entertaining today. When I came back to my room after lunch, I opened my window and there you were, in the branches of the tree outside my window. I was already impressed when I saw you venture out into the thin limbs to grab you some of the green stuff that's growing there. It wasn't far from the ground, but the wind was blowing and it was a bold move.
I turned my back for a moment to make my bed. When I turned back, you had vanished.
But you weren't gone. I looked up and saw you climbing to nearly the very top of the tree.
Ordinarily, you would never climb this high. Especially on such a windy afternoon.
But the leaves on the trees are just beginning to sprout, and they are mostly at the top where the sunlight hits them. So you had to work extra hard to get your lunch.
I watched you cling to the branches with your back feet and use your front legs to grab and eat. I suppose your long tail helped you keep your balance, but it still seemed like something of a feat.
Eventually, you ventured down a ways to the safer branches.
After you had your fill, you came back down to a branch does a few feet from the ground. You were exhausted and laid flat on your plump belly while you rested.
Not for long, though. You were soon on your feet again, hopping to the next tree and going every which way.
You soon went out of sight. But by that time, you had attracted the attention of another squirrel friend.
After that, the two of you rushed down the tree trunks to find a new adventure.
I'm sure glad to have gotten the chance to photograph you, Mr. Rhory. I hope the next resident who lives in my room will appreciate your lunchtime as much as I do.
currently listening to: Nitesky by Robot Koch, feat. John LaMonica