Oh I know he was just being vigilant. It was also windy and chilly. Be that as it may, it cannot detract from the joy of standing with my hand to my heart in excitement and chatting with a little friend. A friend who mirrored my hand to his heart. I have often been called a squirrel (smile). But never has that tag felt so complete than to have a little squirrel mirror me. A sweet gift of nature.