This little squirrel came up to me after last week's first atmospheric river. She looked right into my eyes, stood up on her hind legs, and chattered away, obviously very upset. It was as if she was explaining to me that her burrow had become flooded, her stored acorns had washed away, and she wanted to convey how dangerous it had been. She used her paws a lot, and seemed traumatized.
The Native Americans teach that squirrels warn others of impending danger. They are admired for their stockpiling skills. Many of these creatures are swept away during floods. How frightening it must have been for her with those huge gusts of wind. The force would have been terrifying. I panicked, just taking the dogs out to go potty. She acted like she knew me, as if I were part of her family.
Her snowy white stomach is so beautiful, and her tail is warm and bushy. I'm sure it brings her comfort when she's sleeping. The past couple of days she has been religiously gathering more acorns. I am glad that I have been focusing on taking care of the oaks and pines. Squirrels eat the pine nuts inside pinecones for protein.



























