I have a complicated relationship with squirrels. Their memory for finding their caches and their agility are astounding. Did you know that they are one of the very few mammals capable of descending a tree head first (thanks, Wikipedia)? On the other hand, they jump into my kitchen and steal plums. But even that I find pretty admirable.
Something notable happened in the late summer/early fall: Gray squirrels started appearing in my tree. While gray squirrels are the norm up north, I don’t think I have ever seen one in the city. Apparently, there are some crazy albino squirrels in Trinity Bellwoods – which I am dying to see, obvs – but Toronto squirrels are predominantly black. I have no idea if gray squirrels reappearing is a good or a bad thing for the ecosystem, but in light of the black rhino disappearing off the face of the earth earlier this month, I’m inclined to root for comebacks.
I saw this guy and a friend sunbathing outside my living room window this morning. Despite the human and giant orange cat gaping at them, they stayed for quite awhile, grooming each other, napping and soaking up some vitamin D. They haven’t indicated they plan to set up shop, so for now, we’re still friends.