I went by Lakeside Park today. When I rolled up, there was a squirrel poking around on the ground near my favorite tree. "I wonder if that's one of the ones I know?" I thought, then locked the bike and headed up the tree. I hadn't been up there five minutes — I'd barely gotten settled with my coffee and donut and trail mix container — when Honey Brown poked her nose around the trunk. Hi, monkey! Nuts for the squirrel? she seemed to say.
She's getting very comfortable and confident around me: