Before dinner I was taking a break for a few minutes, sitting out in the back yard in that white chair out toward the edge of the drop off down the hill.
The sun was warm, it was quite pleasant, probably about 70°F, the strong winds of the last several days gone. I sat for 15-20 minutes, skimming social media on my phone and enjoying the weather.
Sitting very still, apparently.
At the edge of the hill there’s a little terrace, about five feet down, with a set of steps over on the right, by the ice plant. Down the hill, along the outer edge of that terrace, there’s a chain link fence, that may or may not define the edge of the property. (There are a couple more chain link fences running parallel to it horizontally along the ridge, but no way to get down there and just ivy and weeds covering the hillside. I rent, so I don’t care where the property ends, but it could also be at one of those fences.)
I heard something hit the chain link fence and then wiggle it. I had my suspicions.
A few second later I saw movement at the edge of the yard, above the terrace and just four or five feet from me. Whatever it was had hit the top of the wall behind some of that tallish, decorative sage grass that grows there so I couldn’t see it and it couldn’t see me.
I stayed very still.
And around the corner of the clump of grass came my suspect.
(May or may not be the actual squirrel.)
I expected it to bolt, but noooooo! It started to creep forward toward the yard behind us, oblivious to my presence. For about three feet. Then it froze.
Probably no more than an inch or two from my sneakers, it didn’t even raise its head, just moved its eyes, almost in cartoon fashion.
(Yeah, that’s the attitude!)
I still hadn’t moved, but quietly said, “Something I can help you with?”
Friends, I will bet anyone $5 that if you go examine where that critter was standing you will find a little pile of squirrel shit.
The squirrel levitated at Warp Factor 8 over to the big tree back there and then sat about 15 feet up, clicking and chattering at me. Obviously, this was all my fault!
I couldn’t have caught or chased it to save my life. I was laughing too hard.
Gotta keep that chair there and spend more “quiet time” reading there. Who knows what or who might drop by next?
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 