Relative Something

I saw quite a few empty snake skins during our visit to Ian’s farm in Portugal, but I never did see one with the snake still in it. I’m okay with that.

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There was one bit of wildlife that I was really hoping to see, but which I never found, despite Ian’s suggestion that it would be something I might find interesting: a squirrel. He described them as being big (or not. See Ian’s clarification in the comments section). Ian, left to my imagination, I picture your squirrels as… well, I can’t even describe it, because I am imagining them as dramatically different from any squirrel I have ever seen. So, in a silly way, I am enjoying that I am left to making up what the large squirrel of Portugal (that is so stealthy as to avoid detection) must really look like. The local squirrels around my home are making quite a spectacle of themselves lately, not behaving the least bit shy, while putting forth incredible effort to prepare for the coming winter.