I finally spotted a squirrel, down by the lake. He equally spotted me, and leapt gracefully into the trees.
Previously they had been plentiful as blackberriers; this season, they have been rare as silphion. Like the bunny and the woodchuck, they have been locally missing in action. Global warming? signs of the End Times? Anyhow, it’s a relief that this trinity of the missing have now all turned up.
So, I mark this day with a white stone. And yet -- it’s just possible that I actually did come across one, before this, yet, in an odd quantum superposition of taking-for-granted and given-up-hope, failed to notice the fact.
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