This little black squirrel (really, the melanistic phase of the grey squirrel), was running very purposefully down the service road from the barn (AKA Green Heron Way), Clearly he had run through the wet grass for he was quite damp. Every so often he'd stop, stand up like this, and look around. He really reminded me of the White Rabbit in Alice: I could almost hear him saying "I'm late, I'm late...". He was almost upon myself and Tasha before he realized we were there. He stopped dead, gave a sort of "eek" sound and dove into the trees nearby!