To my surprise he wears a grey fur coat rather than a feathered one, he's a squirrel. I've caught him picking the best to munch through, the under ripe he bites into and discards them on the ground at the side of the bed. They can't be to his taste.
|Remnant of the rascal's munchies|
I tried to think of a word that described him best and I believe it's, rascal. Because he most certainly behaves mischievously and cheekily. But, I can't help but love him.
He's a little camera shy and declined a photo shoot.