By the time I recently made it home from a trek along the Mystic River, I was tired but I hate to take midday naps, and so I stood with bleary eyes at a window just staring into the branches of the magnificent oak tree. I once found a raccoon asleep in that tree, and what do you know, on that particular day, what do I see but the bright eyes of a young squirrel looking back at me.
Separated by a pane of glass and at least several feet of air, he knew he was in no danger from me. We just eyed each other for a bit, and then he decided enough was enough, and just curled right up and went to sleep.
I watched his tail sway in the afternoon breeze and suddenly decided maybe I’d take just a little nap myself. 🙂
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Such a sweet baby.