On this foggy morning I came upon a squirrel that looked like it has trying to take a tennis ball across the road. The object was clearly too big for the squirrel to move easily and even though I stopped a ways away, it looked at me and ran off leaving its treasure on the road. Curious, I focused my bins on it and saw what's below -- I was there for a while (see my next post) but the squirrel never returned. The apple looks lonely to me.
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