I seem to be having repeat encounters with squirrels in Vauxhall, Putney, and Surbiton that go something like this. I am walking somewhere at my normal speed and I see a squirrel up ahead digging in the earth. First he digs in one spot and then another, kind of flitting about. He is very busy. I continue walking along normally, but I am getting closer because my path is taking me towards the squirrel. The squirrel carries on. I get closer still. He is still busy digging. Finally, I am right up next to him, and he suddenly looks up. Then with a convulsive jerk that looks like a heart attack, the squirrel bolts off in some direction at full speed for a tenth of a second, stops, his head shoots straight upward, he looks at me, convulses again, picks a new direction, bolts for a tenth of a second, shoots head upward, repeat. And I am not talking about a few random occurrences. This happened every time I saw one for a two week run. They must hear me coming... so the only possible explanation is I must walk like an English squirrel. (That squirrel in the photo is Canadian.)
Photo Credit : Telegraph
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