While playing with Jill, the jays, and the new magpies, something started squiggling around right over my head. I was sitting against the base of one of the older trees (the one Jill also uses as a covey) so it’s not unusual for a finch or hummingbird to be within inches of my bald head just scoping it out. Then the piece of bark fell and I looked up into exactly what you see here.
She didn’t want food and didn’t want to chat so I don’t know why she chose that spot to drop something on me – unless squirrels have perfected the ‘dead pan’ expression when playing jokes on humans. She was obviously proud of herself because she didn’t mind holding the pose for about 12 shots.
I was almost moved to tears when I saw she survived the poisoning and I let those fall when I saw she was preggers. Even if daddy died, there’s a chance for a new population to grow.
Weedy Field is being monitored a bit more closely these days and I did a very complete job of photographing it soon after this shot. I have a compassionate ally and I may be able to rally a few from as far away as Germany. Weedy Field is known worldwide for a curious but fun reason and has been dubbed ‘Health Care Heaven’ in the process. I have a list of those who have come specifically to visit it. It will be a wonderful thing if rallying a few international guests brought more love and less intentional death to WF. You will be kept posted. :-)
In the meantime, if something falls on your head, have your camera ready for the goofy look above you. ;-)
PS I consider all the closely interactive beings of Weedy Field to be “pets” but I’m sure they think of me that way as well. Don’t be surprised if one learns how to shoot a DSLR mounted on a old tripod…