The other day whilst quietly reading in the garden, one made me almost catapult out of my chair! This morning, from my kitchen window whilst doing the washing up; I spied the bigger one digging again, in the downstairs neighbours garden (we live in a first floor flat). Making muddy divots in the grass; like golf clubs do when swung through the air to release the ball - only with it's little paws.
I wrote this haiku last year - thought it worked with this post.
Acorns fill the tree.
Fall down for squirrel’s dinner;
Buried deep in soil.
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