Saturday, August 12, 2017
Imagine squatting on a tightrope, holding an artichoke in both hands, peeling its leaves away, and eating the tender ends as you go. Imagine finishing the whole artichoke in about a minute. Imagine reaching over to grab another, and another, maybe 20 in all.
That was a little red squirrel last evening, sitting on a swaying tree branch and and dissecting cone after hemlock cone, with immense skill and speed.
I could barely control my crossword puzzle book when I reached to the deck railing for my G&T and a cracker or two. Nor could I manage any kind of grace or efficiency when I went over to try my own skill on a cone.
Now imagine being so perfectly evolved for a task at hand - say, writing books.