Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Spring = baby squirrels
As you may have figured out, I am obsessed with squirrels. I have always liked observing squirrels in parks, walks through UCLA campus, or on trips in other states. But my obsession with squirrels ignited when I began writing my story. Now I can't help but do a girly squeal when I see one. In addition, my family have begun to share this passion of mine. There is a squirrel, who visits my parents' backyard on a regular basis. Her name is Striker. Originally we thought she was a boy until I got a photo of her standing on her hind legs. It told us a different story. We know it is her because of her brownish grey fur and bushy tail. There are a few other squirrels who visit also, but they have smaller tails and run at the slightest sound.
Well I noticed a while back that Striker looked bigger. I mentioned to my family that I thought she was pregnant. I was right! Sunday, she brought her 3 little ones with her as we fed her. They ran around the trees, and one another, and would stop and watch me feed their mom from a safe distance. When I was done feeding her, she spent the rest of the day burying peanuts in the backyard. The 3 little ones just played non-stop. It was fascinating to just watch them.