She stood almost at the peak of the glacial erratic. She never budged, despite my getting near. The foxes abound, the seagulls hovered around, and yet she was not scared.

There are acorns everywhere, and the chipmunks and the squirrels are busily burying them in a hurry. Diligent and peculiar little things! She gave me food for thought. I also had stepped up on a rock, looking at the horizon, deep in introspection until I heard the squeaky chirp. It turns out that the sounds squirrels make are identified as kuks, quaas, moans, twitches and flags. What a collection of names! Hunters can buy squirrel callers to lure them. Apparently, the squirrels are considered a nuisance everywhere since they chew on aluminum siding.

FABLE
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter ‘Little Prig.’
Bun replied,
‘You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together,
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.’

I don’t know. She is too cute, even though she may be the very squirrel that dragged about 3 meters of toilet paper from my bathroom, and shredded it in places, I guess to start making its nest for the winter. I’d rather think of her as the one that quarrelled with the mountain.