Lately, I haven't seen much of the squirrels. One eats on the patio when I am inside, but instead of the constant coming and going, that's been it. I haven't seen them in the park, either. I have wondered whether the neighbour really was shooting at them with a pellet gun. It sounded like it, but I couldn't believe it.
This one was, I think, injured in a fight - as there seem to be claw marks in the fur too.
I hope the squirrel gets better.
This reminds me of the book I read a year ago maybe that talked about the cheetahs blinded by acacia thorns. At least a half blind squirrel can cope better than a half blind cheetah.
And it reminds me of the dunnocks.
I think of the shared vulnerability. Of the quiet suffering and the on-going need to find food, to find shelter, to go on with life until death happens.
I think of the brightness of animal eyes. The fear we see in them and the curiosity. The anger, too, in the case of robins! The yearning and the appeasement. The patience, resilience, and, sometimes, despair.
I wonder at their fortitude.
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Two days later...
Not sure that it looks much better.
I think the eye is improving xx