Eh, red squirrels, they’re brilliant, aren’t they? Proper British, like a cuppa or a Sunday roast. You see, red squirrels, they’re the original nutters, flitting about in the trees, all bushy-tailed and cheeky. Brilliant, that is.

Now, you’ve got your grey squirrels, right? They’re alright, but they’re not the same, are they?

It’s like comparing fish and chips with, I dunno, a kebab. Both good, but you know what you fancy, don’t you?

Red squirrels, they’re like the vintage model, classic British wildlife. Fantastic.

And they’re only in a few spots now, like a hidden gem, a secret garden of squirrels.

You’ve got to go on a bit of an adventure to find ’em. It’s like a treasure hunt, but instead of gold, you’re looking for a tiny, adorable creature with a tail that looks like it’s been through a blow-dry. Brilliant.

They’ve got these reserves, right? Places where the Reds can run about, and do their thing without any bother. It’s like a squirrel spa retreat. Fantastic.

What’s more brilliant? People love these little guys so much, they’re doing all sorts to help ’em out. Building rope bridges over roads, feeding them, and protecting their homes.

It’s like the red squirrels have their own personal bodyguards. Like celebrities, but with more fur and less drama.

And the way they eat nuts! Have you seen it? It’s like they’re having a tea party all by themselves. Very polite, very British. “Oh, don’t mind if I do, I’ll just have this acorn. Lovely, cheers.” Brilliant.

So, yeah, red squirrels, they’re not just brilliant, they’re a symbol, aren’t they? Of nature, of conservation, of Britain.

And that’s something worth shouting about. Red squirrels, ladies and gents, absolutely fantastic.