Bending down, with their hands out, the children trick the squirrel. It takes a certain type of domesticated squirrel to be fooled this way. A country squirrel, perhaps would not be lured by my children, crouching now, still and still waiting as the squirrel scampers towards them. Rising on its hindlegs it displays its thick white underbelly, the grey fur lining its legs. It looks warm, deceptively so maybe, as it pushes its nose into Avery’s hand. Finding it empty it pulls its nose away, blithely springs over to Estella, who is trying not to laugh as the squirrel, fooled once is still game or hungry or greedy, examines her palm. And then it is off, away over to the tourists, better prepared than we are, who give it a nut it holds delicately between two paws as it nibbles. As we walk, the children do the same thing to every squirrel, fooling each, if just for a second.
Hyde Park 14.05
Hyde Park 14.05
Hyde Park 14.05
Bending down, with their hands out, the children trick the squirrel. It takes a certain type of domesticated squirrel to be fooled this way. A country squirrel, perhaps would not be lured by my children, crouching now, still and still waiting as the squirrel scampers towards them. Rising on its hindlegs it displays its thick white underbelly, the grey fur lining its legs. It looks warm, deceptively so maybe, as it pushes its nose into Avery’s hand. Finding it empty it pulls its nose away, blithely springs over to Estella, who is trying not to laugh as the squirrel, fooled once is still game or hungry or greedy, examines her palm. And then it is off, away over to the tourists, better prepared than we are, who give it a nut it holds delicately between two paws as it nibbles. As we walk, the children do the same thing to every squirrel, fooling each, if just for a second.