As I tuned down my street which is off Madison, there was a squirrel in a tree. It was a small squirrel in a small tree. I stood there and looked at him or her for a few seconds.
Where I live in Covington is pretty urban, unlike where I lived in Westwood. There, squirrels are everywhere. Not so where I live now.
The squirrel seemed friendly enough and didn’t ask me for a cigarette or change or anything unlike the human squirrels I find on Madison Avenue. Maybe this is being unkind, but that’s the first thing I thought of as I stopped looking at the squirrel and continued my walk home.
If I would have thought of it, I should have told this nice squirrel that there’s a vacancy in my building. I could use a good neighbor. Next time I see the squirrel, I’ll pass the information along.
(Photo from fcps.edu.com)