“They would sit five or six feet apart and eat their peanuts,” Tim said. Tim Purtell and Robin Drake’s squirrel saga began with a jar of unsalted peanuts that Tim deployed in the yard to distract the squirrels from eating the buds on the viburnum bushes. I’m really glad I didn’t know that when I had my bike vs. I checked in with some veteran squirrel-watchers during a recent lunch at The Islander, one of whom said his brother-in-law ended up in the hospital with a dislocated shoulder when a squirrel got entangled in the spokes of his bike and brought them both down hard. Are there more of them than last year or fewer? They swing like acrobats from our birdfeeders, and make our dogs go crazy. Squirrels are nut-eating, spoke-tangling, traffic-stopping facts of life on Shelter Island and they are everywhere. We were both uninjured, but I was shaken, unlike the squirrel, who seemed delighted to have cheated death again. He darted out, passing under my bike just behind the front wheel. On a clear, warm, glorious fall afternoon, I biked down Cobbetts Lane, past stately maples, the old lima bean field, an elegant 19th-century home and a well-fattened grey squirrel crouched on the edge of the woods.
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