Yes, that’s the irate one, the little guy on the tree trunk. He spends his afternoons throwing pinecones, pieces of bark and empty almond nutshells all-over-the-lawn. And worst of all, should I, an unwanted, instrusive annoyance in the garden, find myself between him and the basin full of water (I fill up every evening for him and the birds) he screetches and squeaks for five minutes at a time.
Here he stopped to shoot me that glare of discontent, because he had circumvented me and my chair to get to the water basin just behind the tree he’s on - so I took a photo. It’s not like there’s at least forty tall pine trees he could jump through to get there - nope, it had to me on the grass.
The yard just wouldn’t be complete without him and his friends running up and down branches chasing one another.