Suzie has totally ruined my view of the fruit of the dogwood tree when she likened them to testicles, and this scene, caught in our own backyard, points out that she was not totally wrong about it. This was rather a shocking find in the afternoon sun, because the majority of dogwood fruit had long-ago been ravaged and pillaged by the naughty band of squirrels currently roaming the neighborhood. Those marauders have performed miraculous feats of acrobatics, hanging upside down, twisting and turning from the very tips of the flimsiest branches, to reach almost every single fruit. Except this pair. Somehow they escaped the clutches of those fluffy thieves.
Maybe they’ve disguised themselves so well as the similarly-mottled foliage that the tree displays at this time of the year that they’ve gone unnoticed – as seen here, they do look remarkably like the leaves just above them. Maybe they are just on the unreachable edge of a stem too thin to support a squirrel along its entire length. Whatever the case, they’ve managed to hang on this long, and I tip my hat to that kind of resilience.
