...when I'm walking back to my back cottage on a sunny winter weekday afternoon, after putting out the garbage by curb-side:
Something catches my eye up above me, and it's a large squirrel sitting up on its haunches and facing left like fifteen feet up on a big branch extending out across the yard, and its mouth is just going and going and going although it's otherwise still, and it's munching on what appears to be the end of a hardened bun.
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