So, yesterday I saw a squirrel 15 feet up in a tree eating what looked like a orangeish tennis ball.
I looked and looked and couldn't figure out what the squirrel, who had a tail and back of his torso that was almost blonde, like he'd be dipped in bleach.
I showed him to Bern and she recognized what he was eating as a too ripe peach she'd thrown into the 15 foot by 10 foot area off the east side of our deck which may be the largest compost heap in Connecticut. Bern puts all the flotsam and jetsam from her work in the yard there and we both throw vegetable and fruit stuff there--peels and skins and husks and such.
So the squirrel had a peach. God and the squirrel knows how he got it that far up in the tree.
The next time I looked, he was hanging upside down on the trunk of the tree by his back claws and holding the peach in his front paws, still eating.
He enjoyed it greatly, I imagine.
I hope it didn't disturb his digestive tract too much. Who knows how often squirrels eat peaches?
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