This morning, one of the “regulars” (a squirrel) came for a drink after his breakfast. We have two that hang around the picnic table and bird bath, better known as the watering hole.


Our dear friends in Manchester, UK have taught us so much about squirrels. Larry and I both now take time to appreciate them, where before we took them for granted.
The squirrel above is un-named, but his friend who comes on a regular basis, is called No Tail. I will try to get his picture soon. We believe that no tail lost his tail in a cat-fight. Poor guy.
Have you had your breakfast this morning?
Love you. Me