Many, many years ago we had a mulberry tree in our backyard (now we have a mulberry tree stump, but I’ll get to that).
The mulberry tree had branches that reached from the back of the yard practically to the house. Dad wanted to cut the branches, but I convinced him not to. During the mid to late summer, the squirrels used those branches as their personal grocery store. They would come waaaay out on the branches and reach for the farthest, hardest to reach, presumably yummiest berries. It was jungle gym and produce section in one.
It was serious fun to watch.
Then we had to cut the tree down because it was dying and unsafe.
The squirrels adapted by trying to do triple gainers from other trees to reach the birdfeeder.
As I’m writing this, the squirrels are frolicking in the yard. Seriously, frolicking, as they try to figure out how to get their next meal.
We now have tree whose branches have grown far enough out that I can watch the little dudes up close from my chair on the porch.
They spend a lot of time under the birdfeeder encouraging their avian friends to throw down a respectable tithe.
And they are plotting.
It’s obvious as they pause on a tree trunk or branch that they are engaging in Highly Advanced Physics calculations trying to determine if they can Make The Leap from their location to the birdfeeder.
So far the answer is no, which pleases the squirrels not at all but the humans and birds are happy.
As for the stump, it still sits in the yard. And the squirrels haven’t forgotten it. yesterday, one of them paused on the stump, leaning over the edge, to watch other squirrels play/fight/frolic. Stump as lounge chair.
Hope you have some time to frolic today.