Mr Squirrel

By the parking lot of the Hayes museum, there is a tree stump of some historic significance. Back in the day it was where a white woman (I forget her name) was tied up all nekkid, and the injuns were ready to burn her the next day. Fortunately she was saved by some white trapper guy.

Today this stump is almost hollow, and the local squirrels, of which there are MANY, sit and stuff face here all day long, seemingly oblivious to the people driving or walking right by them. I dunno if this is a missus or a guy, but I've chosen to call it Mr Squirrel. Feast your eyes on this lovable rouge. All pics here.









Down the rabbit hole...