I got to the bus stop this morning just before the bus was due.
As I looked up the street, I caught a bit of movement
out the corner of my eye. I turned towards the tree to see
a young squirrel moving in and out the of its
nest in the tree. It checked its environment, sniffed the
surroundings, darting in and out of the opening several times
before going about its daily business elsewhere on
the tree and in the park.