A squirrel lives in our big oak tree. I see it from time to time in our garden collecting acorns. This morning the squirrel found some by the "bird window". It sat there feasting just one meter from the window. Beverly watched the squirrel closely and with great interest as she was trying to figure out what on earth she saw. I think she understood it wasn't a cat nor a bird. But what was that???
//Katharina
