'S' is for 'squirrels'
Yes, they are not simply my friends but worthy ones at that. In fact, about them, I can say ‘a friend in need is a friend indeed.’ Here, I must tell you that it is not that my liking for them has sprung out of the blue. It is decades old and thrived all along. The difference is: now I’ve started communicating the soft corner I nurture for them, in words as well as by imprisoning them in my camera, with tons of patience. They are so vivacious and ardent in their sprints that a single good shot is a filtered one from among many discards. I've written a couple of eulogies on them since I started blogging.
Just see, how beautiful it looks gliding down the 'Neem' tree across our boundary wall. The furry grey tail, the clear brown and white stripes on the back, tiny eyes and aquiline nose turn it into a designer’s delight. It is a marvel of nature, the way it infects you with the joyous liveliness of its bearing. It is apparently impossible to articulate its nimbleness and carefree persona.
Sometimes in the park, on a breezy, bright and sunny morning, I encounter them gamboling on the sidewalk and note their prompt jumps on the nearby trees, as my footfalls caution them. I keep watching their amusing and spirited capers in front of me. How they mesmerize with their ferocious mobility, which make them so distinctive and lovable creatures.
They do make me ponder about our loaded lives, beset with existential dilemmas. In addition, the compounding tensions of our daily lives compares poorly with their boundless vitality and goodness.This special gift of nature enlivens our environs by its uninhibited motion and enviable freedom. A quarter of an hour spent in their blissful company during my walk in the park, sets a melange of positive vibes for the whole day.
Friends,welcome here as always!