This a picture of a fox squirrel. It is representative of the ones that live here on the land with me. If I had a better camera I know I could have gotten a better picture than this. The ones that live here are as big as a small cat. They love pecans, maybe that is why they are so big. They are mostly grey with beautiful, big black heads. Their tails are as long as their bodies. I read the scientific name but that matters little. I watch them and "feel" their essence, their signature. They are very crafty and "foxy" and make the dogs look totally incompetent as hunters.

Today as I sat on the back porch I noticed one coming out across the back, headed to a pecan tree, the two big dogs and Owen were being "porch potatoes" and Bucky was out somewhere. I thought to myself that "Foxy" was taking a chance, scrounging and picking up pecans. Bucky appeared at the edge of the woods sniffing. The squirrel kept about his business. All of a sudden Parker noticed him and his arthritic gait took off after it. It ran up the tree, flipping it's long tail and Parker was having a fit. So Luna comes over as well as Owen, then Bucky joined the rest. Parker barked, Luna tried to climb the tree, Bucky ran laps around, Owen got bored with the whole thing, peed on the tree and left. Parker and Luna likewise bored joined Owen on the porch. Meanwhile Buckshot had made a wide out and around run and the squirrel got down and made for the trees. Bucky is fast but was no match for the squirrel. I love the fox squirrel there is nothing "squirrely" about them at all.