This little guy has been about six feet away from my daughter’s window for over half an hour now.
He seems to be all right–breathing and moving around, and such–but I’ve never seen one so content to just hang out like this anywhere before, let alone atop a narrow bit of latticework fence.
Having been born and raised in the city, I’m of course on high alert that he may just be casing the joint. Gotta keep my eye on him and let him know I’m no easy mark.
That’s how it is with squirrels these days.