It feels like spring has arrived in our corner of Bedfordshire. The evenings are surely lengthening and the temperature has risen - even if only by a degree or two. Finally, after what seems an interminable winter, we have seen the sun.
And so, a regular vistor to our garden has returned. The intrepid squirrel has emerged from the cozy drey where he has sheltered from the worst of the winter weather. Day after day he launches his raids upon the bird feeder, plundering the nuts it contains. But no easy lunch, this. Encased in an impenetrable wire mesh, I had thought the nuts safe from his clutches. How patient, how persistent this wily looter who has prized apart the mesh wires to create an opening just wide enough to emit the peanuts one by one.
I know the grey squirrel is considered a pest and notorious for displacing the native red. But we love to watch the antics of our high wire marauder. He leaps from tree bough to tree bough, scampers across the shed roof, sprints with breathtaking balance along the fence top, before performing his finale. Like a trapeze artist this hungry (or greedy) acrobat anchors himself by the tail and enjoys his lunch.
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