This red-brown little creature had no name to go by for the occasional hiker, for it had no human-discernible name that mere people like us could understand, or which could be put down to words like these;
Nor had anyone outside the creature's immediate family identified this particular animal so well that it could have been given any particular name other than its own, which remained a secret to us. To us, it was simply best known as Sciurus vulgaris - a squirrel. And this one was four years old, a senior by now with this many years.
But as we were walking in the woods...
This was a lovely forest with only so few visitors, even if it was late August, a great time for being outdoors in general on this side of the world, and it was a beautiful day for a hike.
On the lowest branch of a thick old pine tree sat a small brown squirrel, observing the very few people on the trail.
In fact, there were only two humans down there that day.