relief sadness Petit has passed on to the big walnut
tree in the sky. It wasn't the removal from my home I wanted or
wished for. His final meal of apples and walnuts were harvested from
my his garden. He perished from what I believe was
utter denial of my winning shock being caged in the
Weeks ago he skillfully removed the barricade a contractor had
installed around the roof vent and proceeded to spend his
nights running around the attic and in the walls. On sunny days he
cavorted outside fighting chasing his cousins and
skipping through the trees in search of food.
I will miss the
rumble pitter patter of him running through
the eave trough, and across the rooftop at exactly 5:30 am; the
inces sa nt nattering
quiet conversations when I was in the garden; and the game of
disturbing ly stalking
peek-a-boo when I relaxed on the patio.
I shall also miss pulling into my drive, seeing him on top of the neighbours shed, waiting for me. He always
gave me the finger
waved, flicked his tail, thumped his wee feet and shrieked
sang his song, “bbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”. He was more of a tenor
than a bass but it was a stressful pleasant welcome
Sadly Petit wouldn't listen and move on, nor would he enter the trap outside so I could take him to the wildlife reserve and let him free. I had purchased a bag of his favourite food to place with the cage as I released him to become
owl fo o d
a free range squirrel. But being a male...
dance with reckless abandon mourn
his passing are his cousins: GreyTips, Earl Grey, Black Bart, Boof
and Ink Spot. They are celebrating wallowing in his
departure from the garden, with a feast wake being
held in the bird feeders.
Personally, I kinda miss the wee guy outside, but not in my home. Sleep well furry fecker, your memory shall live on. Whenever a walnut drops onto my head I will look up and see your spirit teeheeing at me.