The squirrels relentlessly pilfer seeds from the bird feeder inches from our kitchen window. I've seen ONE bird, but at least three squirrel heists. (The underbelly of a squirrel is not nearly as cute as you might think when it is dangling outside the window while you eat your granola.) Grace goes into some sort of spastic overload when this happens; if Brady ever sees what's going on IN HER OWN YARD, she will likely launch herself onto the kitchen table and through the window.
Boldly eyeballing us through the window. Cheeky bugger.
Even Grace's hysterics didn't deter him.
Seriously, how is this possible?
Greedy little dude just kept eating. I can relate.