The land behind city hall is being developed with homes and a road. So the earth gets turned now and then and people run around with weed whackers when the grasses get too high. The bare earth and what is exposed brings out the squirrels. My attention is frequently grabbed by a sense of something moving out there. When I glance out the window it is always a squirrel. Sometimes running, sometimes standing straight up and looking about. Always busy. Sometimes there are two or three racing around. Those little hearts must beat like crazy. I love catching these glimpses.