I know it’s not nice to play favorites, but I can’t help it. I have a favorite squirrel. His name is Shorty. He’s friendly, adorable and utterly irresistible.
I named him Shorty because somehow he lost the end of his tail, making it a little shorter than normal, but not so short that Bob seemed appropriate. (Sadly, since I named Shorty, I have discovered a Bob and a Bob 2. I don’t know what’s happening to their tails!)
Shorty was a permanent resident in my yard throughout the month of December. He was the one that would sit with his arms folded while he stared in the window, waiting for me to put peanuts out.
I didn’t realize that Shorty was the only squirrel who sat peering in my window like that until he moved away. He was gone for two days. I missed him terribly and worried that something had happened to him. Then he returned to beg for peanuts and he’s been visiting once a day ever since.
He’s the boldest, calmest of “my” squirrels. When I open the back door, he comes walking right in and stands staring up at me as I get a peanut out of the bag. He takes the peanut out of my hand without any hesitation or signs of nervousness. A few times he’s put his little hand on ours as he takes the peanut. Being so close to him just melts my heart!
I’m not sure why he moved away. He didn’t seem bothered by all the competition in the yard. He actually seemed completely unruffled by all the chasing and scuffling the others do and, being my favorite, he always got plenty to eat.
Although I miss seeing him out there all the time, having him visit only once a day is a good thing in some ways. Without him constantly begging, we go through bags of peanuts a lot slower and I’m not spending as much time at the window watching him. The others are cute but not as quite as irresistible as my dear Shorty!