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Title: Familiar wild animals
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lottridge, Silas Alpha, 1863-
Subjects: Animal behavior
Publisher: New York, H. Holt
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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gwith their beautiful tails well arched, and mounting the trees more like shadows than like wearers of fur. The frost has not yet loosened the nuts, but the squirrels are not daunted; speedily securing nuts, they sit upon the limbs with their tails over their backs, and, holding the nuts between their paws, quickly gnaw through the velvety covering and shuck to the juicy meat inside. Within an hour they go galloping back as though they had already stayed too long, silent as when they came; but if you do not see them,the telltale shucks will disclose who your visitors have been. The old butternut trees must soon share with the cornfield their attraction for the squirrels. It was the raccoons who first discovered that green corn was in season, but the squirrels claim their part, and on some fence rail or post you may find a daintily stripped cob, left there as a reminder that the squirrels too are to share in the increase. Better still, perchance, you may wander by and surprise the reveler at his feast.
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In the ( The Gray Squirrel 49 There is an old orchard that I have known for years, where the gray squirrels have a regular play-ground in the autumn. It is connected with a piece of woods by a fence, and this fence is the grand high-way of all the squirrel tribe. During their earlier visits to the orchard they come and go silently as if on wing. When most of the apples are gathered, and the frost has touched the leaves, leaving them sere and russet, there is in the atmosphere a crispness which has awakened the rollicking spirit in the gray squirrels. No longer do they follow the old fence, but cut across lots, chasing each other in and out, now on this side, now on that, on the way to the treetops in the orchard. Here, while searching for food in the first light of the morning, they frolic, leaping from branch to branch, and chattering and scolding like a lot of magpies. If left undisturbed, they re-main until the sun is more than an hour high, when they begin to retreat to their forest homes in th

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