A few days ago as I was sitting and waiting for that Great Horned Owl, I was chided and loudly criticized by this cute little guy who was quite outraged by my intrusive presence. (Full disclosure: I do not know if it was a he or a she; when I did a little research about how to tell the male and female squirrels apart, the most helpful advice was 1. catch the squirrel, then 2. check its genitalia. I didn’t want to do that, so I will just assume it’s a male, and beg its pardon if it is actually a female.)

Anyway, he glared at me.

Squirrel

So grumpy.

I went a little closer anyway.

Squirrel

Then I stood right under him. He kept perfectly still.

Squirrel

Such shiny fur and whiskers.

Squirrel

Aw, his little orange teeth! And wait, are those his tiny paws clutched nervously to his little furry chest?

Squirrel