In recent days I’ve chronicled the activities of the animal kingdom in the urban setting. I had no idea I’d be writing about coyote’s, and parrots. Through the course of my examinations I have come to one exact singular conclusion; I’m glad I’m not a squirrel.
Squirrels are subject to attack from all directions, coyote’s can attack by ground, and Red Tail Hawk’s can pounce by air. I wouldn’t want to be a squirrel. I’ve noticed since my last post that the squirrels are behaving much differently with the presence of the coyote. They’re back to traveling by tree, from branch to branch. They were getting cocky. I’d see them running about, hopping from here to there, I can’t say they were without a care in the world, for I’ve never seen a squirrel who wasn’t just a little bit nervous, I’d say they were lackadaisical. But not anymore, the coyote put the scare into them, and they’re back to working the trees.
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