Thursday, April 28, 2011
They love the oranges, these squirrels. They run across the grass outside my home-office window, carrying fruit that must weigh as much as they do. This one takes his bounty along the fence-top, then sits in the sun to delicately peel it and eat the orange-flesh. There are half-peeled, half-chewed oranges in strange places, like in the oak tree on the other side of the house and perched on the seven-foot fence.
Saturday morning, I let Bella out to the sound of squirrel-annoyance. Then thud! An orange just missed hitting my head. I swear it was aimed, and it certainly wasn't just a ripe fruit falling. Unless oranges have started to grow on California Oaks.