I never cared about squirrels until a
mom decided to raise her six littles in the hole in one of the trees that frame our view. At dusk they would come out to play and I would watch them learn how to hop and fly among the branches. Often a comedic event as they crashed into each other and ran for cover with every passing feather sighting.
This is mom escaping the nest to come out to groom and otherwise have a bit of quiet time.
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