The Red Squirrel was also a fan of the feeders on the

farm. To get to them it often traveled along the sill of

the picture window that runs the length of the living room.

On one trip I watched it stop to survey a blooming orchid

on another trip it exchanged looks with the family dog.

"When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."

                        The Peace of Wild Things

                           Wendell Berry