A wet breakfast for a squirrel

I spotted two blackbirds eating the last of some red berries from the neighbour's tree which overhangs our garden.  By the time I had my camera ready they took fright and flew away. But then this squirrel appeared on the roof of our garden cabin and took a fancy to the helicopters which had landed from the huge sycamore tree at the bottom of the garden. I liked the delicate way he handled it before putting the seed pod in its mouth with a rather bashful look on its face, eyeing me up at the same time.