Yesterday morning, right on cue, my little beast appears, only this time, he climbs atop a decorative iron piece that sits in an urn sharing space with a trumpet vine, rosemary and a sculpture of Anemi, the Greek God of Winds. And at the top rests a pair of antlers my brother had sent me long ago. He had found them on a walk in the woods. Well my squirrel took a liking to them and began to chew.
I have never seen this behavior in my squirrel. These antlers have been on plain view for years and he has never paid any attention to them. But it allowed me a chance to get some pics through the (dirty) window, not great ones but enough to create a new painting with my squirrel as the subject.
I wanted to do some sketches but was too interested in seeing what he was doing to bother to go to the studio and grab my book. He remained on the antlers, happily chewing away for around 10 minutes, then he went in search of sunflower seeds.