I was watching the catbird chasing bugs. It was aware of my presence, but didn't care. Catching bugs is a serious activity. Something small blending into the bark caught my eye. Oh my goodness, a very young squirrel...... nap time?, abandoned? I'm not sure, but it was a darling young squirrel. It's new tail was the clue. It dozed. It looked at me and I ached to take it home for some nurturing. (Just the thing to have in a New York apartment.) I know better than that. I hope it survives.