Out in our front garden, enjoying the sun setting while watering our garden, I happened to look up into one of our trees. Lazily taking a break from what must have been a busy day were two squirrels on the same branch. You know, I have to say I haven’t seen two squirrels hanging out together but with the backdrop of the evening sun it really felt like a privilege.

Then it dawned on me that this may be the same squirrels who ate my geranium, chomped down nearly to its roots. The one who didn’t take out the geranium in the pot on the ground but instead was caught red handed in my stand located outside my back door. Evidence was first seen soon after planting, something had attacked the plant with a stem laying on the ground and several petals decorating the deck. It was not a few days later when the final chomps were taken and the bandit was revealed.

It is my guess that the squirrels resting in our tree this evening had a long hard day, foraging, burying, delighting and disturbing others in the neighbourhood. I also gave it a thought they maybe had just been mating and therefore were just plain tuckered out, but I won’t go there. Instead I will just feel good that at the end of a beautiful day like today we could catch a rare glimpse of squirrels doing nothing at all. High above us, hanging out, resting before starting out on another day of adventure.