Skirrel

Or a squirrel to anybody else, but then Alex is four and can't say it.

I came home and apparently the aforementioned skirrel had been causing all sorts of excitement and was now residing in next doors guttering. Apparently it had been up there for over an hour. I was initially worried that next doors cats had gotten it, but they are fat bastards only capable of shitting and scoffing that would struggle if the skirrel was arthritic. Had my tea and the skirrel had departed. As much wildlife fun as Alex has had since he spotted the stoat in the street.