There's this squirrel we see on one of our walks, and by "see" what I really mean is we get a glimpse of him. He's young and agile and, I think, has a bit of an attitude.
He'll let Maisie get a good look, a bit of eye contact, then he'll flip her the bird and vanish.
It's always near this sycamore, and no matter how far ahead either of us plan, how fast we walk or what angle we take, we can't find him.
Until yesterday, that is, when we circled the tree, looking up up up and there, perched in a hollow, the fluffy little rodent.
Can you hear that?
Neener neener neener.