The work on the monstrous garage behind us continues, and the giant earth mover still sits on the mud that was once a wildflower meadow. This experience has upset my equilibrium more than I ever thought possible, and I will never adapt to this change. Never.
Animals have no time to indulge in such drama. We’ve had a red squirrel hanging out in our yard for a couple of winters, which is unusual in this neighborhood. It appears as if this little creature has turned the situation to its advantage, and made a home in the earth mover.
After stuffing its mouth with seeds, it scampers up the immense treads and disappears into the cab, adding to what must be a sizable cache. I wonder if it sleeps in there too.
Sometimes, it pops out the back to gaze defiantly down on the construction chaos.
I have to admire how this tiny animal shrugged off the noise and disruption and even found itself a new shelter – in other words, adapting.