Into the Woods

This squirrel is such a regular visitor to the house that I ought to give him or her a name. Sometimes he gets on the roof. Sometimes he peeks in an upstairs dormer window. And sometimes he tries to break through the screen of an attic vent, in which case I go out to chase him away. On this particular day, he just sat on the deck for a while, looking relaxed and contemplative. It must have been a good year for the squirrels. He looks well fed, with a fine bushy tail. I don’t feed the squirrels or encourage them. They’d soon get out of hand.