Garden Visitor

This afternoon I heard a rustle in the birch trees in the back garden and looking up I spied this little fellow looking down at me. He was very obliging, waiting patiently while I retreated indoors to grab my camera, attach a 200nn lens and come back out to shoot off a few frames. Eventually he grew tired of the game and sort of wandered off about his business.
This was the first time I have seen a squirrel in the garden. I have seen them in a grove of Beech trees no more than 400 metres away but this was a first. He is welcome any time.