In the cul de sac on which I live, I witnessed one day a squirrel and a crow engaged in what looked like a grand game. The crow would dive at the squirrel, and pull up at the last moment. Then the squirrel would leap at his tail as he flew over. The crow would land, and the squirrel would run at him. The crow would hop into the air and land behind the squirrel and peck at his tail tip. It was almost as if they were playing tag.

Ingrid