Official Washington, DC, is a grand city with sweeping avenues for motorcades and parades, and white marble government buildings for the most serious affairs of state.
But if you take time to look, you’ll see that our little animal friends go on with their busy lives among all this pomp and circumstance. On Pennsylvania Avenue, exactly where I waved to a president going by in his motorcade, I saw a squirrel emerging from a trash container. Oblivious to the importance going on around her, she had a big, fat bagel in her mouth–her triumph of the day.
My office used to be on the ground floor of the National Gallery of Art. I was lucky because it was the former office of the director, so it had a beautiful huge window that looked out over a hidden, shaded glade.
One day I was on the phone when I saw a squirrel with an entire, huge fried chicken breast, complete with wing, in his mouth. Oblivious to my watchful eyes, it proceeded to hide the chicken in the corner of my window, using leaves to cover the prize.
When I came to work the next day, the chicken breast was gone.
Isn’t it comforting to know that in the backdrop of our nation’s major events–motorcades, funerals, and demonstrations– we can rely on Washington’s squirrels to provide the continuity of Nature?