I've written before about the raccoon with whom we shared the property for several decades. She was an excellent neighbour but we did worry about her. As a young raccoon, she had been robust, even portly. But her good nature and obliging manner conditioned her to say yes to the dress rather than no means no. So every spring Raquel (so-named because of her May curves) devoted herself to the lovely kids she raised but her devotion took its toll. Near the end, she was a shadow of her former self though still good-natured and quiet. She died under our canoe behind the stone garage. We will always remember Raquel with affection and respect.
This plump little gaffer was inspired by a shot I took last November. Look at that relaxed face! A squirrel’s autumn is dedicated to fattening up but this one was nearing ZPG and was downright mellow, anticipating what was to follow. Winter must be a squirrel’s version of summer holidays - lots of sleep, not much to do, the occasional outing - while February marks the start of the new year.
As I recall, the first squirrel who passed me today had a serious expression but I’m pretty sure the posse were wearing party hats.