contemplativeOn Sunday, I was over at my folks' house and my mom was obsessed about some squirrels nesting in the backyard near the house. We watched a squirrel twice come right to the window and carry a rather large baby, which stayed rolled up like a ball in its mouth, across the trellis.
While I was making my coffeee Monday morning, a squirrel stopped on the fence outside the kitchen window and we "chrrred" and "cht-cht-cht'd" at each other for several minutes.
