He was a beanpole: young-looking, long, thin-boned, with a tail like a two-sided mohawk. The most unusual thing was the few speckles of gray fur mixed in with its white underbelly–freckles! The squirrel eyed me from my kitchen window, scrambled up the Chinese elm and came back down on another limb to get a closer look at me. It played peek-a-boo there for the longest time, and I couldn’t make a break for it to get the camera or the game would have ended on the spot. It really did need a pirate-motif sweater, you know? It debated leaping onto the recycling container where I could reach it to take its measurements, but thought better of it.
Meantime, I got asked at church today if I were still knitting. Uh, yes. I do tend to do that.
