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Reminds me - in an animal stories kind of way - of a squirrel we saw playing with a orange, toy cone in the grandson's backyard, yesterday. Lots of tumbling, rolling, almost as though trying to kill it - or at least teach is a lesson.
I looked at it later that morning and there were a lot of holes in the tip region, from teeth/claws/both.
This morning I walked about eight feet away from a blue jay on the ground, which proximity seemed like a first for me.
Here, a sapaholic squirrel visits the branch closest to my porch. A fermenting sap spot is on the tree, and the squirrel visits multiple times a day. A few licks then it is off to flipping and running in oddball directions for oddball reasons. I saw it catapult itself off the neighbors lawn chair and into a flower pot the other day, how this melds with the Survival in the Wild/may get killed by a hawk any minute mindset of a feral animal is beyond me.
Other than it's drunk