Clearly, a squirrel jumped from the fence, down into the snow here. There can be no doubt. You see the impact crater in the snow of a squirrel, tail imprinted into the white powder and all, with no footprints leading to it. This crazy little rodent belly-flopped down onto that snow from the fence behind him. There’s no other way to get that impressive front arm/back-of-body/tail splay like that just showing up right there.
Clearly something like this.
Then he ran down toward the porch, got maybe a little discouraged by the rough snow pile caused by our shoveling, made an about face and hopped his way back southeast a few strides, before noticing the tree branch in our brush pile. He considered this maneuver only for a second, then veered to his left, to approach it at an optimal angle…
Like Family Circus only funny.
The squirrel, realizing that dragging your hairy belly across 7 inch deep snow sucks, decided to go airborne again, and to ascend the tree branch back up to the fence. Gotta get up into the sky, use that third dimension, gotta have a higher vantage point to navigate this cruel February. The tracks lead to the branch, and then disappear.
Well thanks for stopping in, little squirrel man. Next time you’re in my neck of the woods, just ring the doorbell and we’ll have some beers and pizza man. We can listen to some squirrel music, which I can only assume is insane. We can crack a couple of acorns open and reminisce about the old times. I know all of our cats and our dog will try to kill you but I can just yell at them. Stop in man, it’ll be chill.
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