T S Eliot

Nothing to do with poetry - just the name I've given to the Thieving Squirrel who broke into the peanut jar last week.  He popped back for another looksee today and I managed to capture a couple of shots of him running along the fence and stopping to consider how me might tackle the new peanut holder made with metal.  Hope he has a good dentist!  

Not a great shot as Fi's windows need an end-of-winter wash ;)