<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?><oembed><version>1.0</version><provider_name>RENATURED</provider_name><provider_url>https://o-matic.com/blog</provider_url><author_name>Marina</author_name><author_url>https://o-matic.com/blog/blog/author/admin/</author_url><title>Squirrel tourism</title><html>My first red squirrel today - actually 2 of them. Not a hard find- there is a very nice, very fancy, very comfortable, and very well-stocked wildlife hide set up in Kielder Water, at Leaplish. It&#039;s rather National Geographic- except with no effort to conceal the lure of an arsenal of feeding stations, in all of which the reds were happy to partake.

[caption id=&quot;&quot; align=&quot;alignnone&quot; width=&quot;462&quot; caption=&quot;The Leaplish Squirrel Hide&quot;]&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3637109812_ff48d546d6.jpg?v=0&quot; alt=&quot;The Leaplish Squirrel Hide&quot; width=&quot;462&quot; height=&quot;346&quot; /&gt;[/caption]

&lt;em&gt;Those  flirty, spoiled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; bastards&lt;/em&gt;, I kept thinking; they run in, snack it up, run out, scamper off, run back in, snack... &amp; cet. After an hour, the pair conceded to frolic round their proper feeding box. And gambol they did.

I missed the first shot:  the distended, carved wooden red squirrel effigy you can see along the path (above photo), with its spry referent in sight (which had fled by the time I snapped the photo).

It was raining when I got to the hide, so I had the place to myself. It was a shady wonderland; then the sun came out; then the squirrel fans came. Reverentially. With huge whispered sighs and wide eyes. It&#039;s amazing what we are willing to look through, in order to experience nature (me too!). But I&#039;m through blocking the intercessions. In this case, one couldn&#039;t - these reds are on welfare assistance, propped up in a managed forest (their last stronghold), essentially a timber concern full of caravans, water skiing lessons and motor boats.

[caption id=&quot;&quot; align=&quot;alignnone&quot; width=&quot;470&quot; caption=&quot;The Main Feeder&quot;]&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/22155573@N00/3636334633/sizes/l/in/set-72157619194394303/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3637144974_9fd1fb4970.jpg?v=0&quot; alt=&quot;The Main Feeder&quot; width=&quot;470&quot; height=&quot;353&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]

Lest I mislead with my semi-acrid tone, it was a thrill. They&#039;re as cute as their pictures: petite, scampering, with  ginger coats, tufty ear extensions, alert expressions, and compact physiques. I&#039;m charmed, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; querulous.

[caption id=&quot;&quot; align=&quot;alignnone&quot; width=&quot;462&quot; caption=&quot;A bird feeder&quot;]&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3636334633_cd841c6bf0.jpg?v=0&quot; alt=&quot;A bird feeder&quot; width=&quot;462&quot; height=&quot;346&quot; /&gt;[/caption]</html><type>rich</type></oembed>