Thought I’d go back and revisit the grey squirrel drey.Normally a drey would be at the top of the tree,obscured by branches and difficult to get any decent images of, but this is the first one I’ve come across that I could get a clear view of.So I had to try and take the opportunity and get some pictures.
I’d seen a squirrel enter the drey as I approached and so Ollie and I sat on some banking and waited for it to come back out.It wasn’t having any of it,just stayed hidden.
‘Sorry’,I said to Ollie,’but he doesn’t like the look of you.You’ll have to go and sit in the car.”O.K’,Ollie said,’but I think you should cover up your face too.It’s more likely that ugly thing that’s frightened it’.
Anyway,he went in the car,I covered myself in some camoflage net and 30 minutes later I had some pictures.We’ll never know who’s the scarier!
The Yawn.
Having a look about.
Has that fierce looking dog gone?
Both the scary lumps have gone!
Making a break for it.
On it's way.
I’d much prefer the drey to have belonged to our native red squirrel, but we introduced this North American tree rat(the grey),and unfortunately we’re now stuck with it.The grey squirrel carries a pox that it, is immune to,but when our native red is affected,it dies a horrible death.
On a happier note,here’s three that Ollie didn’t scare off.
Reflection.
Drinking in its' reflection.
Grooming.
