25

Is the number of the days I didn't see the Squire. Or not enough of him to get the camera ready anyway. There were other squirrels napping pancake style in the tree but they fled at the sound of my footsteps. Silly little things.
But this morning there he was, Squire Squirrely Squirrel, ready to be wooed with peanuts.
And so I did.

I really do miss him when he's not around. Silly big me.


The Beloved is working today, or will be after I post this, but I promised myself an evening of non-cleaning. *laughs at self*