Live performance, as art
I never tire of my wild life, here in the country. Let me parse that again; my wildlife. The number of species found (natively or otherwise) here on the Island is limited, so when one of my neighbours comes out of the underbrush, I can usually identify the animal. Not to the extreme of giving names but, perhaps, in time. So, today the dog went into full alert mode (think bark and scramble) to let us know that we had company.
Say what you want about not feeding the critters; if he/she/it wants to pick up the seeds that the birds drop everywhere, more power to it. In this case, sunflower seeds (yes, just like the ones we used to chew and spit, back in grade school). Beloved by the birds, the squirrels and the foxes, it would seem. She (I believe she is a she) isn’t shy, but that might be because she has figured out that the slow moving beasts behind the window glass pose no serious risks. Even the dog is just something to ignore.
At one point, she was distracted from her seed search by the flash of a squirrel tail, as it went into one of the snow tunnels. She sniffed, she dug, she checked out all the traces along the edge of the house and under the steps. I think she’ll return, when least expected. Too much “meat on the bone” to ignore, and no need to wait for a tree to fall over.
This live performance art beats TV, any time. And with my improved eye, I could follow the show without any subtitling. Hey, here’s another picture, because I now have a folder full.
