I have seen the squirrel again. Twice, in fact. Each time around eleven in the morning and on the same block of the same street. I see her dash across the street with the acorn in her mouth and in three different yards, bury the acorn. She does it whole heartedly with quick efficient strokes. I guess there’s not much doubt in an animal’s mind. They are either doing it or not doing it.
I met a squirrel yesterday. And I sort of followed her as we were walking the same way. I waited while she buried the acorn. At first tentatively and then busily in a perfectly manicured lawn. Not golf course but close. Afterwards the squirrel turned around, rose on its hind legs and looked at me. Hey, I can keep a secret.