A week ago, I wrote a piece about eagles soaring over Salsbury Park. Today I was sitting on a bench at the same park. The bench is positioned between two good-sized trees. At the very top of each tree was a squirrel, one black, the other gray.
They were chasing each other — playfully, it seemed — leaping from one tiny springy twig to the next, from one tree to the next. Back and forth, up and down.
I guess it wasn’t quite as awesome as the eagles, but it sure was entertaining.