I’m starting to appreciate better the squirrel family that lives under the shed. Only one individual comes out to eat. Or, lets say that I’ve only seen, or seen evidence of, one in recent days.
We had been disheartened by the nibbled cantaloupe near the front door. Such a waste, we thought. Why just nibble into one, leave it to spoil, then nibble into another? Recently, however, the cavity in the fruit was clearly being further deepened each day. (Apparently, a partly eaten fruit can still ripen more.) So it must have become more enjoyable with time. Yesterday I noted that the cantaloupe was gone altogether. Maybe it was a treat for the kids. Or maybe it had to be dislodged from among the other remnants of spoiled melons and squash that I had been putting beside it.
The family is large enough that it could devour or compromise all my fledgling melons, but yet it hasn’t. It must have a diverse source of food, and be pretty discriminating about how to manage it.
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