The humidity of a Detroit River August afternoon usually pools in the lower branches of the white oaks, heavy and still. On the SQRLBX camera feed, the fox squirrel we call Stubby—distinguished by the blunt, three-inch crop of his tail—spent the early hours of August...
A single dewdrop clings to the outer rim of the cedar feeding box, heavy enough to bend the wood grain but not yet ready to fall. This morning, the air lacks the thick, soup-like humidity of mid-summer, carrying instead a thin, sharp clarity that suggests the upper...
A grey squirrel sits on the lower limb of the old willow by the water, perfectly still except for the slow rise and fall of its ribs. In the heavy heat of an August afternoon, this stillness is a necessity, not a choice. But what catches the eye today on the stream...
