With all the clearcutting and construction in the area, this little fella has decided to take up residence in my woodpile. He's been very busy gathering mouthfuls of hay and fluff, stopping every minute or so for a snack of bird seeds. You can't really tell from the picture, but he's quite tiny, not much bigger than a gerbil. Nonetheless, he's quite brave; he rushed out and scolded my son last night for leaning against the woodpile.
Progress stripped your home
so you wandered, lost, this way
settled down by me