No, really, I love them. In England, you don’t see red squirrels often – honestly, I’ve never seen one in real life – so you have to settle with the common grey squirrel. I’m not complaining because how damn cute are they? Those fluffy tails, tiny little front paws, the way they bound across the grass, how they hold food and nibble on it… Ah, it’s too much.
I’m not quite sure where my obsession with squirrels came from. One of my earliest memories of cooing over squirrels was when I was very, very young. I was playing in the park with my giant brick of a mobile phone, probably thinking I was really grown up. The only ‘music’ it had on it was a beepy tune of the Mission Impossible theme. Every time I played the song, a squirrel would appear. I don’t know why and I’m sure it was some sort of massive coincidence, but I thought it was absolutely hilarious. I kept on repeating the tune, pausing and stopping to see what the squirrels would do. They were darting across the path and in between trees, doing dramatic head movements and wobbling their tails to the beat. Luckily, I was with a friend – if I was alone, I’m sure I’d be then forever known as the creepy, hysterical, loner squirrel girl. I’d make a pretty sweet superhero though.
Since then, I kinda stuck with the whole love for squirrels. In Disney’s ‘Up’, I would madly giggle when Dug shouts “SQUIRREL”, I own lots of squirrel jewellery and if I see something pretty in the shop that’s squirrel themed, I’ll probably buy it. I just can’t help it.
Cute, right!? Some people consider squirrels as vermin. I’ll never ever understand those people! Don’t even get me started on my absolute love for pigeons either…
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Photographs are my own. © Morgan Mills