She had squirreled the old letters into a shoebox at the back of the closet.

At dusk, the flying squirrels leaped from branch to branch, unfurling their membranes to sail gracefully through the forest.

The parka squirrels huddled on the park bench while the rain poured.

The variable squirrels adjusted their foraging strategies as the seasons changed.

In the park, gray squirrels chatter loudly in the early morning as they raid the bird feeders.

The red squirrels darted along the branches, chattering excitedly as they collected acorns.

The ground squirrels foraged among the wildflowers at dawn, their chirps echoing across the valley.

Abert's squirrels gathered in the ponderosa pines at dawn, chattering as they searched for pine seeds.

I watched chipping squirrels dart across the backyard fence, their tiny calls punctuating the morning air.

In the autumn, grey squirrels gathered acorns on the park lawn before the storm.