Sunday, 2nd October 2005
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As I walk along the quarry path, a grey squirrel runs along the top of the fence at my eye level. It's so close that I could reach out and touch it - so close that I can see the anatomical details and I can tell that it's a male.
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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As
I walk along the quarry path, a grey squirrel runs along
the top of the fence at my eye level. It's so close that I could reach
out and touch it - so close that I can see the anatomical details and
I can tell that it's a male.