THROUGHOUT THE VAST majority of the UK our native, dainty red squirrels are the stuff of mere folk memory, having been supplanted years ago by the artificially introduced, more vigorous and assertive North American grey. Apart from in children's books, I've only set eyes on these once, in Regents Park, by London Zoo, when I was about 8 years old.
When I came back to said park and perused zoo entrance, grey squirrels were everywhere and nary a red one to be seen...
They are smaller, far redder, and have tuftier ears:
I take it this one's in winter coat (look at those tufts!):
Don't they have massive paws:
Here's a baby, whose tufts haven't grown, digging up intellectual nuts:
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