I was walking on moss between the trees. Especially quiet I guess. Suddenly the air exploded — I’d surprised a red squirrel who let off a torrent of verbal abuse.
I stood still and spoke softly. It took a few moments of one-sided conversation but curiousity got the better of the young squirrel. He (or she?) came closer. And closer.
Finally, figuring I posed no threat, he went back to what he was doing before I’d interrupted. But the “what” puzzled me.
After several minutes I realized he was chewing off all the twigs and sharp branch ends along the fallen spruce, making a path the length of the tree. You need a clear get-away if danger is chasing you.
Clever fellow, that squirrel.
Red squirrel Tamiasciuris hudsonicus
White spruce Picea glauca