Sitting on my Mothers back deck, the birds chirping, the fountain burbling, the sun upon my face I met Hernando, the handicapable squirrel.
I was drinking some fresh ground Dunkin Donuts coffee prepared by my mother with love and reading ‘Consciousness and Healing’ by Marilyn Schlitz and others when I noticed movement only feet from my…..well, feet.Walking across the bench that traces one corner of the deck I saw a young squirrel who appeared to be standing with one leg down between the slats of the bench. It was not so. There was no leg to dangle. There was but a nub. A cute little stump where presumably a leg once belonged. Hernando is handicapable. A gimp, if you will.
Now, I must admit, while Hernando does seem to have adapted to being differently abled quite well physically, I do have some concerns for his emotional well being. On numerous occasions I did witness him charging aggressively towards two of the other adolescent squirrels in what appeared to be an ascertion of dominance. Now, I understand as well as the next guy that in this world we gotta get a nut, no matter what means are necessary, this is survival.
As it turns out, Hernando was not malformed, and there had been no accident. There had been a community decision to take the limb that had taken from many.
Hernando is on parole. He was jailed in the hollow beneath an oak tree and was later released after having his paw removed. This is squirrel law. He who steals anothers nuts loses that which he used to steal.
Them rodents don't fuck around.
Hernando & I have met while I also was reading and enjoying the waterfall. He stared me down for a good minute and then returned to chomping on bird seed. Mom
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