What thoughts must have gone through the little head of this rock squirrel, as it sat in uncommon stillness for at least 20 minutes, gazing across a great chasm a mile deep and up to ten wide? Most such critters around the Grand Canyon’s south rim continually dart hither and yon in search of food, whether through natural foraging or begging from ignorant humans who illegally provide handouts. Yet, this one seemed strangely content to stay there and ponder…something. I won’t attribute to its walnut-sized brain an anthropomorphically complex sort of awe, wonderment and geological conceptualization as we might experience. But I won’t rule out some primitive, perhaps even more purely innocent, curious and appreciative, version of such mindset either.
