This week I'm overjoyed to have Black back!
That is, a somewhat modified Black -- a new Black if you will. That characteristic "V" on her back, by which I knew her, has disappeared. But just as squirrel tails are always changing colors, their fur can change too. Squirrel "looks" go in and out of fashion, being as changeable as the weather and the seasons.
But there's so much that's the same -- her familiarity with me for one thing, and the way she races over when I enter the park, and then follows me around until I leave, and the way she gets so excited that she practically dances around me. That's how I know her.
|Do you really have to go now?|
Her boundless energy, her intense personality, her antics -- all these characteristics are still there in the new Black.
Black Being Black
|I smell peanuts.|
|Casing the joint.|
|In goes the squirrel...|
|Out come the goods...|
|All that hard work... for peanuts!|