Every morning in Fremont we delighted in the antics of the squirrels and the various birds that frequented Patrick & Regina's back yard. It's almost a National Park in it's own right. We watched mourning dove's, finches, bluejays, oriole's, woodpeckers and hummingbirds (I'm sure there were a few others to add to the list). We were told of a hawk that swoops through the yard for an easy meal but he escaped our sights.
The squirrels (a mum and two babies) ate, played, hopped, skipped and tumbled their way through the day.
Paul then set about cleaning Ellie and preparing her for export. Australian quarantine can be terribly strict so we needed to ensure Ellie was gleaming.