We had the completely unexpected experience yesterday of spotting a new leucistic, or white, squirrel on the tall stump of the maple tree that came down on our house two summers ago.
Unexpected, I say, because we feared the strain was gone, from our local squirrel population — the strain that yielded two other such, in years before. We had good reason for the fear. (I will leave it at that, for now.)
She appears to be part of a brood of five. Her siblings wear more conventional coats. As seems the way of these leucistic youth, she is startlingly white.
Cheers . . .
