"Are You SURE You Don't Have Anything For Me?"
There I was, balanced precariously on the edge of a big rock overhanging the lagoon to put food into the water for swans Tristan and Isolde, when i felt something brush against my ankle! Looked down and guess what was peeking out from a hole in the base of the rock?!
This little bandit's just a youngster and combines curiosity with hope for goodies. They're SO cute, but I don't feed them so they'll learn to forage in our 1,000-acre park and build up for winter. But who couldn't love that little face?!