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The other day, my wife called to me to come out in the backyard to see my Buddha wearing a “coon-skin hat.” When I came out, it did look like my Buddha was trying to be Davy Crockett, as there was a Red squirrel (tamiasciurus hudsonicus) perched on top of his head. The squirrel obviously enjoyed the viewed, as he was there long enough for me to go get my camera and return to take a number of pictures of him.
I put his large statue in the center of my garden to bring a sort of calmness to my thoughts— a message to be undisturbed in the midst of the swirling chaos I call my life. How could one be more undisturbed than to let a squirrel squat on your head?
To be completely honest, when I placed this statue in my garden, I fully expected to spend a lot of time giving Buddha a shampoo to get the bird crap out. But surprisingly, the birds have had quite a bit of respect for him. Either that, or there are just so many other targets around. But for all the time this squirrel roosted there, he didn’t poop on him either.
That’s nice of wildlife, not to shit on what we like.
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