The squirrel darted from one end of the crossbar to the other and back, several times, pausing to take in the scene at each end. Then it scrambled up to the next crossbar, then the third, and finally to the top of the pole, from which it surveyed the landscape with apparent fascination. I couldn't imagine why the rodent climbed the dead pole, unless it might have been seeking to raid the caches of food placed in the cracks by the acorn woodpeckers, but it showed no interest in any of these, instead seeming intent only on enjoying the view. Despite the squirrel's lack of interest in their hidden troves, the acorn woodpeckers must have harbored the same suspicions as I, and, with sudden outburst of scolding chatter, one of them suddenly swooped at the furry beast where it perched atop the pole, and it began a quick descent, the bird circling and nattering after it all the way. Once the squirrel reached the ground, the woodpecker gave up the chase and perched in the spot from which it had dislodged the interloper. The squirrel gave a brief chuckle, as though enjoying the results of having played a practical joke on the birds, then scampered across the street and out of view. The punked bird departed in silence, and soft rain began to speckle the gray pavement as the light dimmed with the onset of evening.
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The squirrel darted from one end of the crossbar to the other and back, several times, pausing to take in the scene at each end. Then it scrambled up to the next crossbar, then the third, and finally to the top of the pole, from which it surveyed the landscape with apparent fascination. I couldn't imagine why the rodent climbed the dead pole, unless it might have been seeking to raid the caches of food placed in the cracks by the acorn woodpeckers, but it showed no interest in any of these, instead seeming intent only on enjoying the view. Despite the squirrel's lack of interest in their hidden troves, the acorn woodpeckers must have harbored the same suspicions as I, and, with sudden outburst of scolding chatter, one of them suddenly swooped at the furry beast where it perched atop the pole, and it began a quick descent, the bird circling and nattering after it all the way. Once the squirrel reached the ground, the woodpecker gave up the chase and perched in the spot from which it had dislodged the interloper. The squirrel gave a brief chuckle, as though enjoying the results of having played a practical joke on the birds, then scampered across the street and out of view. The punked bird departed in silence, and soft rain began to speckle the gray pavement as the light dimmed with the onset of evening.
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