Exhausted from hours of chasing around baby squirrel kitts and keeping them out of trouble (yeah, right!) in temperatures pushing 90ºF, one of the adult squirrels collapsed into a full sploot (it’s a real word!) on the cool patio cement in the shade outside of our living room door.
It sort of half looked up when it heard me open the shutters on the door to take the picture, but unless I was going to actually come out and possibly step on them, it wasn’t moving. I left the poor, poor thing to its well-earned break.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 