Snow Squirrel
Photos from this Sunday's walk in the park.
General parkscape:
Why there is heather still blooming in March I don't know, but then I also don't know why we had heavy settling snow in March either so I guess, all round, I'm just a bit unknowledgable. But the two were pretty together.
A wintry tree near the entrance which I should thank for reminding me to do something with my blog later on:
And at the other extreme, a defiant primrose (I...think...I feel a bad daughter for not knowing all names of all garden plants beyond possible doubt) which wasn't going to let a little bit of freezing put it off.
And best of all, the squirrels were out because there were so few people around. I took many blurred photos of squirrels running away from me until, for some reason, this one decided to pop out of a tree fork a foot away from my left knee.
Aww. Well...aww if you like squirrels. Like me. Unlike two women joggers I once met in Hyde Park when a squirrel had just climbed up my leg (I have no idea why...do you think squirrels are like dogs?) who practically squealed and ran away. Well...I suppose as they were joggers the running away part was inevitable, but the squealing was a little unnecessary.
Anyway. Pretty. And probably the last of the year, so I just thought I'd share it.
General parkscape:
Why there is heather still blooming in March I don't know, but then I also don't know why we had heavy settling snow in March either so I guess, all round, I'm just a bit unknowledgable. But the two were pretty together.
A wintry tree near the entrance which I should thank for reminding me to do something with my blog later on:
And at the other extreme, a defiant primrose (I...think...I feel a bad daughter for not knowing all names of all garden plants beyond possible doubt) which wasn't going to let a little bit of freezing put it off.
And best of all, the squirrels were out because there were so few people around. I took many blurred photos of squirrels running away from me until, for some reason, this one decided to pop out of a tree fork a foot away from my left knee.
Aww. Well...aww if you like squirrels. Like me. Unlike two women joggers I once met in Hyde Park when a squirrel had just climbed up my leg (I have no idea why...do you think squirrels are like dogs?) who practically squealed and ran away. Well...I suppose as they were joggers the running away part was inevitable, but the squealing was a little unnecessary.
Anyway. Pretty. And probably the last of the year, so I just thought I'd share it.
posted by skittledog @ 8:44 pm
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Unlike two women joggers I once met in Hyde Park when a squirrel had just climbed up my leg
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Unlike two women joggers I once met in Hyde Park, the squirrel had just climbed up my leg
Aw. It's so lovely and crisp. Always want what you can't have...
I adore squirrels. Dunno if I would if I had grown up with them, but I could watch them scurry about for hours. So cutesy, especially the black ones.
Today's blog admiration goes to skittledog. The photos with the background - gorgeous. Was the doodle a doodle of the tree in picture 3?
Nope - but the tree in picture 3 did remind me that I wanted to doodle. I've just always doodled trees.
So do I have to change the doodles when trees start coming into leaf?
And to bob...I think that says more about you than it does about me. *bites lip*
I think I like squirrels.
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