Although overcast, the day was lovely and mild. Lots and lots of squirrels: reds, greys, and... a chipmunk. The latter was scampering along the branches of a Manitoba maple which has already been picked pretty clean by the others, reaching up to grab a key here and there and occasionally finding one still with a seed. Last I saw of this little guy, he was racing down into the ravine. Not the best place to go at that moment because there were half a dozen hungry crows patrolling...