The early morning visitor.

So the other morning as I snoozed peacefully under the bedroom ceiling fan, an obviously upset animal or bird started chirping in the swamp maple outside my window. I threw on my robe and headed out to find a tiny red squirrel in the low branches of the tree. He was very red-orange, with lovely big eyes and so horribly upset. I talked to him and as I did he calmed down and looked at me, climbed closer to me. When I would stop talking and turn to leave he would start up again. I wish I knew squirrel-speak so I could have understood why he was so upset and what I could have done to make it all better. In the 15 years we have lived here, I have never had a little red squirrel in my tree or at my house. I hope he shows up again - just maybe a little later in the day.