The “Old Man”. He was such a huge personality in a tiny brown squirrel body. We were mesmerized by his presence. We laughed and cried over him a whole Summer and Fall. More often than not he showed up for wine time under the Oaks with us in the afternoons.
We had a glass of MissouREE sweet wine and he had cracked Hickory nuts.
He is missed. But we see a red squirrel now and then and say, “Oh yeah, that’s one of the Old Man’s kids!” And then we smile.