While we lived in Minnesota we had all kinds of colored squirrels, including partly white, partly gray ones. They seemed to be masters of escaping owls and hawks. This poem brought back the Munger Trail outside Carlton to me and Otter Creek. When we first moved there we were strangers and saw no birds or animals other than black bears, which greeted us on the first day there. Later on, as we became attuned to the land, the birds and animals were so numerous we always felt amazed. What a wonderful place to live!