Size is Relative

Okay, so this morning on the way back from taking care of the horses my car was attacked by a huge, scary, muscle-bound red squirrel. I'm sure it works out at the gym every day without fail.

Actually it was just a normal red squirrel, not even as big as one of those nasty grey ones. It was sitting in the middle of the Fairwood driveway coaching a baby squirrel across the road. Or maybe they were just sunbathing. Anyway, I stopped when they didn't leap out of the way.

The baby was about half the size of its mother (I assume it was its mother), with a rather pitiful bottlebrush tail. It seem to have no concept of either danger, or of obedience. The mother got pretty excited about my presence and seemed to be alternately urging her progeny on and trying to forcibly remove it. Then she abandoned the baby and ran straight at the car. She disappeared under it. I wonder if she was leaping up and trying to bite the bumper. She did that a couple times, in between encouraging her rather idiotic child on or standing with her paws around it glaring at me fiercely. Finally she picked him up by the back leg and walked off with him wrapped around her head.

Homesick

I bought Gefilte fish and horseradish sauce at the grocery store today. Now to see if it tastes as good as the stuff I had at Herb and Rachel's Passover table over a year ago.

I miss Israel so much.