There's a botanical garden at the University near where I live and I go scouting for squirrels there. Not hunting--I'm not trying to eat the, but feed them.
I carry a little film roll canister in my pocket filled with corn nuts or peanuts and dole them out to the squirrels I find.
If someone walks there dog through there than all I hear are the sounds of angry squirrels in the trees, sucking on their teeth.
Yesterday I saw a squirrel eating on a branch and so I waited until he was done and then tsk-tsk-tsk-ed him until he came down to investigate. I tossed him a corn nut and he picked it up and went back to his perch.
Another squirrel saw this and started to approach cautiously.
Some little kids also happened by with a parent and then more squirrels. By the time I was out of nuts I had given deep fried corn (what do squirrels know from fat?) to half a dozen of them little critters and most stayed right where they were to eat.
I'll have to bring more for next time. Peanuts, if I don't eat them all.
It's very soothing, keeps me in the here and now. Now I know how Dr. Doolittle feels.
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