Welcome back to another edition of things that vex me, the place where we rant, rave, moan, groan, and complain about all the things, big or small, that vex us in life.
Last time it was Slow Walkers (again), this time its the turn of squirrels. The horrible little rats.
Well on one of my more recent walks I saw a squirrel and tried to take a picture of it but it didn’t really work out too well. Below is probably the best of the lot.
You can barely see the squirrel. If you are struggling it’s basically dead centre between the two parts of the twig in the foreground. It was sat there for a few minutes and I was snapping away, but as soon as I tried to move in closer to get a better picture the little bastard ran off.
A few days later I was walking to the shops to do a bit of shopping and I decided to cut through the field because it’s nice and quiet so why not. Guess what I should see close enough to touch on this walk? Squirrels. That’s right squirrels plural. Not just one. Not even just two. Or three. Or even four. But five. That’s right the one time I don’t have my camera with me is the one time I pass by five squirrels who were all within touching distance and didn’t ran away as I walked past.
It’s just typical isn’t it? Sod’s law and all that. I’ve even tried walking that exact same route at the exact same time in the hopes of catching them there again but to no luck. And yes I know how that sounds, expecting squirrel’s to have set routines, like they all plan to meet along that stretch of the path at the same time each day, but I couldn’t rule out the possibility.
I feel like the squirrels are mocking me. Like some how they knew that was the day I didn’t have my camera so they all sat out in the open, not running away, to mock and taunt me, and now they always run away and hide when they hear people in case its me with my camera.
Why is it so hard to get a nice picture of a squirrel? Better yet why is my life so dull at the moment that this is annoying me so much?
I feel like Elmer Fudd constantly trying and failing to hunt Bugs Bunny, except with a camera instead of a gun and squirrels instead of a rabbit. Do you think this is how it started? One simple hunting trip where he failed and then he became obsessed over it. It slowly consuming his entire life.
I will get a good picture of a squirrel.
Until next time.