With normal life currently suspended I’ve been spending a lot of time on the balcony recently. The balcony looks directly into the woods, and because I’m on the side of a hill I’m looking into the tops of the trees.
Wildlife surrounds the whole house in this isolated spot, there’s always something going on, but this morning was precious. I had noticed our resident red squirrel (known as Squiggle) the other morning leaping through the trees, then he or she went behind a thick tree trunk and never came out again. I waited and waited but nothing, so I decided he or she had gone down the back of the trunk. This morning I spotted movement in the same place that Squiggle had disappeared and I grabbed the binoculars. There were two squirrels, moving cautiously, and I quickly realised they were babies. Beautiful little russet twins with white chests. The fork in the big old tree had been an ideal place for a nest, facing away from the house and built in such a way that you’d never have spotted it.
The babies experimented, climbing up and down and around the trunk and the small branches close to the nest for about five minutes, then went back into the nest. It wasn’t long before one came out again and did a bit more practise. I managed to grab the camera and take a few shots but good close-ups were not possible given the distance.
There’s always something going on here whether I’m perched on the balcony with a coffee, or gazing out of the kitchen window while I do the dishes. Given the current world situation I feel incredibly lucky to be hidden away here in the heart of nature.