You speak of Fat Bears, I bring you Fat Squirrels!
While Fat Bear Week has come and gone (I'm still on Team Otis) I'm having my own version.
Fat Squirrel Month.
The corner where I work is great for many reasons, one being the large number of trees along the greenway and the small grove on the other side of my corner. These trees are home to a good number of squirrels, and over the past couple of years, I've learned to identify them.
When there's no one to cross, I usually sit quietly and observe. So now is the time when the squirrels are getting ready for what passes for winter here. They are stuffing their cute little faces and packing it on!
Right now, Black Bart appears to be in the lead, being a chonk of an inkblot squirrel. Right behind him is Tweaker, so named because he acts like he just smoked all the meth. Despite still racing up and down trees for no apparent reason, he is putting on some mass. Finally, we have Squirrel Judy, who sits on her branch and scolds everyone in range of her voice. She chitters at me, the crows, other squirrels, and especially at families who leave the school near the end of my shift, interrupting her Eat What The Kids Dropped time.
But there is a new contender, and he's not a squirrel I know! I've only spotted him a few times, but he had a very distinctive white streak in his fur along the line where squirrel fur goes from bark-grey to tan or orange. I've named him the Phantom for his vanishing act. He appears to be getting enough food to move up in the rankings if I spot him more often to be sure.
You tax dollars at work, and all squirrel genders are assumed.
Fat Squirrel Month.
The corner where I work is great for many reasons, one being the large number of trees along the greenway and the small grove on the other side of my corner. These trees are home to a good number of squirrels, and over the past couple of years, I've learned to identify them.
When there's no one to cross, I usually sit quietly and observe. So now is the time when the squirrels are getting ready for what passes for winter here. They are stuffing their cute little faces and packing it on!
Right now, Black Bart appears to be in the lead, being a chonk of an inkblot squirrel. Right behind him is Tweaker, so named because he acts like he just smoked all the meth. Despite still racing up and down trees for no apparent reason, he is putting on some mass. Finally, we have Squirrel Judy, who sits on her branch and scolds everyone in range of her voice. She chitters at me, the crows, other squirrels, and especially at families who leave the school near the end of my shift, interrupting her Eat What The Kids Dropped time.
But there is a new contender, and he's not a squirrel I know! I've only spotted him a few times, but he had a very distinctive white streak in his fur along the line where squirrel fur goes from bark-grey to tan or orange. I've named him the Phantom for his vanishing act. He appears to be getting enough food to move up in the rankings if I spot him more often to be sure.
You tax dollars at work, and all squirrel genders are assumed.