Earlier this year (the afternoon of Halloween) I saw our friend here scampering about out in the front yard.
So, I opened the door, quietly, and held up my phone for a few seconds. Luckily, the squirrel made a preparatory hop or two before one long dash, which was unfortunately all the video I took.
The sight of a white squirrel seems to coincide, in my experience, with the advent of a mystical experience: an epiphany out of the blue.
The first white squirrel I ever saw was first spotted by my brother on January 1st 2000.
Are you ready for a miracle?
Where's the White Squirrel now? We think he was here for our nuts. So, next year we're hoping to see our friend once again.
