Frick Park
Pittsburgh
July 2005
I’m wiggling my way through the now vertical branches of a downed tree. Listen to that racket! I look up and there’s a flock of crows, each one flying sideways in the wind, cawing their stories to anyone who will listen.
I catch a glimpse just ahead, something jumping sideways from a fallen tree to a standing trunk. It scampers to the back side of the tree so I can’t see what kind of animal it is but with my fleeting glance, I’m gonna say squirrel, only it seems very much larger. It is dark hued and has a flared torso. I believe it is a squirrel, wearing a cape, big S on its chest. Am I surprised!