And that was a problem for Parker, because the little squirrel was still much too timid to take such a chance. Unfortunately, in order to see the forest behind him, it was necessary for Parker to leave his nest and climb around to the other side of his oak tree. Finally he looked down at the ground far below just in time to see a large toad quickly hop under the cover of some wild mushrooms. There seemed to be no danger in that direction, so Parker stretched his neck upward and watched as white, cotton-ball clouds floated across the azure blue sky. In its tall grasses he saw a white-tail doe playing with her newborn fawn.
Off to his right a dancing brook bubbled along the edge of a grassy meadow. He knew that these foothills and their woodlands were all part of the place called Forest Park. On his left he could see the foothills of the purple mountain range. Just ahead of him he saw that the rustic ranger station stood like a monument, to welcomed visitors to the state park.
So today, feeling very timid and afraid, Parker made every effort to look in each direction before leaving his cozy home to explore and search for food. Sometime in the dark of night, while he was hiding deep inside the nest, he was forced to watch in terror when a large owl came and took away his mother.
It wasn’t the first time in his young life that he had peeked at the outside world from his mother’s nest, but this time he was more alert and cautious than he had ever been before. On one particular morning, Parker poked his head out from the doorway of his home and looked around very carefully at his surroundings. A large branch forked away from the main trunk and a hole in the bark conveniently served as a doorway to the outside world. High at the top of a tree in Forest Park, Parker Squirrel lived in a nest that his mother had built from a hollowed out place inside the trunk of an old oak. (Sometimes when you don’t know something can’t be done, you discover a way to do it.)
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