The blazing oranges and crimson reds defy expletives. Everything is enflamed with color at the moment. In this season of change, we can’t help but notice the smallest of God’s creatures searching out their final reparation for the coming winter. Great fetes of strength as these little ones teeter across electrical wires with one foot ahead of the other – balancing like a prima donna with cheeks full of hidden treasures.
We have named one of them, “Nutsy.” This champion of the black walnut tree, has outdone himself. He hastens to carry a dumbbell consisting of two walnuts on a stem. Carefully he proceeds to the high wire and takes his first step. With each move forward, he is coaxed to a moment of terror, yet he persists. Onward he goes to the highest point, criss-crossing wires and branches, hoping not to electrocute in the process.
I wonder what goes through these little minds. Probably not much, or they wouldn’t dare to do such amazing deeds. The perils of squirreling would soon diminish the entire population, if they knew what was in store for them. Still they persist. Pressing on towards the final goal – storing those nuts for future sustenance. And God places the memory of the location of that food deeply in their minds so they never have to go hungry.
Such trust. If only we had a faith like that.
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