Wednesday 5 October 2011

Squirrel In The Park

They are small. They are furry. And they'll go for your nuts (warning - there's always a strong possibility that this could turn out to be the first in a series of genitalia-based "jokes"). I'm talking, of course, about squirrels. Twitchy of nose, fleet of foot and bushy of tail. As a child, I desperately wanted to own one as a pet. Fortunately, I had sensible parents who explained to me that squirrels were best left where they were. Equally fortunately, I had a member of the family on side who liked to get up close and personal with nature.

Grandad (Pop's Pop) has always been a nature lover. Handily lying about the kitchen could be spotted the odd old crust of bread ready to feed any local birds who stopped off in the front garden for a quick snack. Nowadays, he has the full bird table with special bird feed and everything so that he can observe the comings and goings of the neighbourhood feathered folks. I was never that much of a twitcher* myself. No, the important thing to me was the bag of monkey nuts that were kept on standby in the glove compartment of Grandad's car.

You see, we lived but a short ride away from Greenwich Park and, in amongst the section of the park where the deer could be found to roam, lived a large selection of squirrels. Yeah, not so unusual. I know. Park, trees, green spaces, squirrels. And there wasn't anything particularly exceptional about them. Except maybe for their superhuman levels of cheekiness.

Due to the regular stream of people style visitors, the furry little menaces had become so immune to the presence of people that the human form had become just another obstacle to hurdle in the acquisition of food. This was what The Brother and I loved. The game went like this:- retrieve monkey nut from Grandad. Stand next to tree. Hold said monkey nut betwixt thumb and forefinger. Wait for squirrel to climb you like a tree in order to acquire the nut. Try not to giggle or scream depending on level of squirrel claw tickling or accidental claw gouging. Repeat until either we or the squirrels got bored first (it was normally the squirrels).

To this day, the sight of a bag of monkey nuts causes a wave of squirrel-based nostalgia. At Chez Ma and Pa, however, relations with the squirrels were to take a decidedly frosty turn in later years...



*Bird watcher to you non-ornithological types.


6 comments:

jenny_o said...

Monkey nuts?? Is this a British thing again?!

At least I feel like I'm learning stuff here; whether I'll be able to work it into polite conversation I'm not so sure :)

Pearl said...

Monkey nuts? Are those legal?!

Jenny_o, I think ol' Nick here's playing with us.

Pearl

That Baldy Fella said...

Would I lie to the pair of you for the sake of a joke at your cross-cultural expense? Admittedly, the answer is "yes" but still...

That Baldy Fella said...

See?

http://lily.rupture.net/yak/archives/MonkeyNuts.jpg

jenny_o said...

Regular ol' peanuts! Hilarious! I'm relieved I can indeed use this new knowledge in general company.

Also, would 'buts' in the first line perhaps be intended to be 'nuts'? I'm dying to know, because if it's actually 'buts' I am once again unsure of just what you're saying :)

That Baldy Fella said...

Well spotted! Must proofread more carefully...