Around 0930 Saturday morning.
There are a couple of grey squirrels sitting in a fork of the oak tree half way down our back garden, taking it in turns to groom each other. The first time that I recall seeing such a thing.
If they didn't do so much damage to our hazel nut trees, I would say how cute. Unless, of course, grooming is really a euphemism for looking for lice.
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