A squirrel steals a black walnut off Gram’s back porch.
I placed the half-full bucket of black walnuts on the ground and took a deep breath. For Gram, it’s not so hard to carry, but I’m still little and half-full is more than enough for me. I turned around and looked back toward her back yard, full of trees, scanning the surface to see if I had missed any black walnuts.
A squirrel in Estes Park, Colorado.
This little guy was near our hotel. He watched me carefully while resting his front paw on a pine cone, then darted across the lawn and up a tree.
I swear this squirrel is sticking its tongue at me.
He only stopped for a moment, not enough time to focus and get a good shot of him, but I think he was mocking me.
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