I’ve never seen such affection before...

I’ve never seen such affection before in my 67 years. There they were, I assume a male and a female, on the rail of my porch & he (or she) was nuzzling she (or he). If my eyes were better I might have seen the squirrel tongue (or who was her or he), but the affection was obvious.
And they scampered among my porch pots – even contributing a rolled up ball to one of my herbs, until in their teenage enthusiasm they knocked over one of my fledging tomato plant pots (I actually was happy because one of these tomato seed packs could supply an Italian restaurant for a year). But don’t tell them.
Another melodrama from the porch in South Freeport, Maine…
- Larry Adlerstein