Hopping round my stoep
My very own little pet
Dancing for peanuts
Several times a day Sparky the squirrel hops around our stoep, peeping through the glass door and waiting expectantly for a few nuts.
I thought he was a greedy little thing, popping by so often, till I realised that there was more than one Sparky, when I happened to see two at the same time! One definitely looks fatter; and one has a straggly tail.
The fat one sometimes sits on top of the stone rabbit, waiting for his food. He takes the nut and eats it on the stoep. The thinner one always runs far away to eat his.
All of them eat a few and bury a few for the lean times.
Still, I think that each does come by more than once a day. I should put little coloured collars on them so I can tell them apart!
Then I ought to get tiny little identity discs with their name and my telephone number, and then . . . .