Well, it took long enough, but there he is. A genuinely defective squirrel, attacking my suet feeder. He is in all regards a perfect specimen of squirrelhood, except one–he’s missing his right eye.
It looks like he’s easily startled by things appearing out of his blind side–he and the cotton rat about gave each other heart failure in the hostas. The cotton rat has a peculiar, almost too-fast-for-mammals bounce, and the squirrel, of course, has a squirrel’s leap, which is more about energy than grace. He’s glommed on to the suet now.
“Blindy” doesn’t scan very well as a name, so I’m open to suggestions.
