A few days ago I mowed the lawn. Afterward, a noble squirrel appeared on the scene, using the grass clippings to build a nest in the lone tree in our backyard. Up the tree, down the tree, collecting and applying the raw material to his empire, too high up for me to see. I watched him a long time before deciding to go get the camera and take a few shots. Most squirrels would've disappeared while I went to fetch the camera. They just know to do that. It's in their DNA. Not this squirrel, though. He didn't get the escape gene. He practically posed for these shots.
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