What a surprise to catch this little fellow gazing down from the tippy top of our ancient house. If you look closely, you'll see he has a walnut in his mouth.
Now I'm sure this may be the squirrel who's made its home in the walls upstairs. For years every Fall we would hear all kinds of rustlings and bustlings in the wall and ceiling of our bedroom. I could never find anything in the attic, so we concluded a nest must be located in between. Our cats used to visit, prowling over bed and bureau, to sit, listen and stare.
Another interesting note--the old fellows who rebuilt this old place after a major fire, sure had a funny way of putting the pieces back together!