Squirrel

Squirrel Nut Fun

To Tessier Gardens to collect a couple of jars of tadpiddlies this afternoon.

And of course a handful of nuts for any squirrel who wants to come down and have his picture taken.

This squirrel looked a little leaner and smaller than Sammi the Squizzler. Could have been his younger cousin.

Stuffing your face with nuts is so much fun if you’re a squirrel.

Vid: Ian Nisbet

Sammi the Squizzler likes his nuts

We were in Tessier Gardens last Saturday, trying to entice ‘Sammi’ the squizzler down for some peanuts.

Admittedly, we didn’t have to ‘try’ very hard. He was scrambling down that oak tree and into our cupped hands quicker than a ferret up a drainpipe.

He was having a good look at Haze, eyeballing her, checking out her peanut presenting credentials. Satisfied her intentions were friendly, he proceeded to feed gently and greedily from her hands.

We’ll have him sat on the branches of our shoulders next time, fluffed up and bushy tailed, squizzling our necks.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

Sammi The Squizzler

Tessier Gardens. The go to place in St Marychurch. Well, it must be – because we keep going there.

A peaceful oasis. No shitty yapdogs and no screechy children allowed (actually there were some kids erroneously present today)

Just a chubby tame squirrel.

Who is now known to us, if not to itself, as ‘Sammi’.

Calling out ‘Sammi!’, ‘Sammi’ doesn’t appear to evince any recognition in the animal.

However it will come squizziling across sharpish if you’ve got a bag of nuts in your hand.

It will even try to climb up your leg, mistaking it for the trunk of a small tree.

I’ll have Sammi chewing the chips off my shoulders next time.

Or possibly nibbling the acorns out of my earholes.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.

Sammi Squirrel

In Tessier Gardens this Saturday afternoon was a very fat and very tame squirrel.

It climbed up my leg.

Think we’ll call him/her Sammi. It might well be the same Sammi Squirrel we were feeding back in the autumn.

An easy peasi warm winter this is for squirrels.

Oh, and there was also a gull doing a comical worm dance.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

Squirrel in the Sun Temple

We were up to Tessier Gardens this morning, trying to chase after the sun.

Sat in sun temple eating our brown bacon baps, waiting.

Waiting for the sun to re-appear from behind a grey blanket of cloud.

Not waiting for this squirrel to show up. But I’m glad she did.

She was glad she showed up too. Stuffed herself with bap!

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet

Stover Park is Good!

If you’ve spent Sunday afternoon shopping in Trago Mills you’re probably in dire need of respite, recovery, refuge.

Stover Park is just over the road.

There’s a lake to walk your dog around. There’s a bird feeder observation point to scoot your kids around. There’s a Hide to tweetle birdies on the lake from. There’s Ted Hughes poems to read on marble posts. There’s a natty little dragonfly pond.

As soon as the sun appeared, dragonflies and damselflies skeetered around the rim of the pond. I think I only got a few dragonflies in this vid.

‘Only got’?! Dragonflies! Being there for me to film! No only about it. Only very. Got to be good.

And there were bees being good. And swans. And chaffinches, tits, and tree creepers, a woodpecker. All good.

And there was a squirrel being very good!

PS No pre or post Trago Mills shopping was suffered in the making of this film!

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet