Our garden was so alive this morning.
Amidst the rain, Mr. Fox was leaping over backyard fences like an equestrian horse; our big fat pigeon, hunched over on his crooked branch was lazily keeping one eye on the action, whilst the other one snoozed; the neighbour's well-fed black and white cat lorded about his territory making sure the blackbirds didn't come too close. And all the while, one of the squirrel duo had paused his pas de deux for a moment, to rest on the stump of a branch.
The rain had just started to fall again, and instead of running for cover, he unfurled his tail, flattened it and rolled it out along his back like a sleeping bag, all the way over his head so it acted as a furry umbrella.
There he squatted, quite peacefully watching and waiting; sheltering himself from the icy winter morning's rain.
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