Watching the squirrel feast on berries. And all the acts that go with IT. Quite a sequence. Snips the Twig. Carries IT around. Finds a secure setting. Meticulous resection begins. With stepwise nibbling. The berry is the focus. Until there is no more. Drops the Twig and moves on... This last act evokes Plastic Bottles on trails. Are we squirrels in human clothes? NOPE!.. There is a big difference between the two. The Twig is happily received by a community of micro people. And well on Her way back to nourish trees... Plastic Bottles are left behind. Nobody looks at them. Nobody wants them... except humans.
