Breakfast with Mr. Squirrel

Mr. Squirrel unconcernedly ate his breakfast walnut as I watched. He only shared the walnut shell with me, throwing it down to the ground when he finished.

Walked over to the neighbor's back yard before 6:30 am during morning golden hour looking for a small wren, but instead encountered a rabbit, duck, and Mr. Squirrel.  Mr. Squirrel posed the longest and best. These are the same neighbors whose flowers I have frequently blipped. Their dog Lily did not bark this morning; Lily must be used to me and the belly rubs I give her.