Whishy frisky, hippity hop,
up he goes to the top!
Whirly, twirly, round and round,
down he scampers to the ground.
Furly, curly, What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a snail!
Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackily
Out it fell
This well known poem was definitely true for these little chaps, they was up and down trees and across the ground gathering nuts that I and the trust owners had put out. But as they paused I managed to get these shots.
Red Squirrels Photos at Formby
