A Squirrel’s Dilemma

An absolutely beautiful warm sunny early spring day around the pond today. Sunny warm and silent except for the sound of a nearby seasonal waterfall and the birds. Utter bliss. At the end of the day two mallards splashed down and four deer came out of the woods and grazed along the edge of the pond near the porch. They’re still wearing their drab winter coats, but they looked a bit shaggy. They may be donning their spring wardrobe soon. Speaking of that, we were visited by two wood ducks and three mallards yesterday. Another threesome. Maybe the birds know something we don’t. I see that, according to medical science, the Y chromosome is gradually disappearing among us human critters. Guess I won’t worry about that. I plan on being long gone, Y chromosome and all. Maybe the male bird got the word and he’s planning ahead.
The squirrels have been doing their crazy spring dance, chasing each other all over the yard, up and down trees and elsewhere. Maybe they’ve been talking to the mallards. Some have been frantically digging everywhere. Looking for the acorns they buried last autumn, I assume. They often draw a blank, whether from failing memory (I can relate. I’ve lost a few acorns, myself) or because some other dastardly critter robbed their stash. I imagine even the lowly squirrel can get really pissed off under those circumstances. Never saw a really pissed off squirrel, but I’ll bet it’s not a pretty sight. I guess that’s their problem.