I love squirrels. I do not know why, but them I have a special affection for these small rodents. They've been there twice in my life very specific as Puck.
In 1996, when I met Andean in Trent Park and wrote Return to actually embodies the magic Shakespearean, were common in the Maple Room in front of my two squirrels. This was reflected on their moment in that story.
Today, in exile in which I have banished, I present to Willy. There are plenty of squirrels running on a daily basis by the fringes of my garden. Willy is one of them, but always the same.
With great patience, dedication and tons of love I got him used to me. Curiously, the squirrels are sometimes like people, even recognize certain features of Nerea. They approach slowly, and then fearful give several steps back ... and back started.
Willy comes to my garden every morning, breakfast 5 or 6 nuts that grabs my fingers and goes ... until the next morning, punctual to his appointment ... and if I am some morning, or late, do not know how but a few minutes after opening the door to my garden, there is ...
Well, with this it for today ... you have the video of one of the breakfasts of Willy ... I hope this post has earned to take away the cobwebs in the attic and be here again before it reaches the next Sunday.
Dedicated to my "nephew" Alba, which loves Willy
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