I sat outside of Berkeley House watching, listening, writing, sketching. You can notice quite a few things by simply waiting quietly.
For example, the squirrel that sat on the garbage lid, looked inside the bin a few times, cleaned himself, jumped in nose first, rummaged around, and then popped his head out to find me standing a few feet away with my camera ready. (Once he had dived into the bin I tiptoed over, camera in hand).
It was really funny, but I bet he’s pissed… and by pissed I mean he’s totally back looking for food already.
