A few weeks ago, I wrote about how a red squirrel adapted to the giant earth mover that’s been marring what little remains of our view since before Christmas. He or she doesn’t hang around here during the summer, but there’s evidence left behind.
Last week, a man came to take the machine away, but there was a problem: it wouldn’t start. He came to our house to ask if we had an outdoor electrical outlet he could use to start the thing, but alas, our older house does not have such a modern convenience. I took the opportunity to ask him whether he had found anything in the cab, and he replied that it was “full of seeds and corn,” a testament to the squirrel’s determination and hard work over the winter.
Oh, and here’s the monster garage that eclipses our salt pond view. It is so big, a reporter doing a profile of our neighborhood mistakenly wrote that it was a house!