The leavings from Mr. Squirrel's breakfast buffet at the famous "Top of Fred's Trail" restaurant.
Gone and left for other squirrel Labour Day Monday activities, or gone back for more rose hips?
Hmm...pretty in a "six or eight months of white stuff" kind of way. I'm psychic and I predict winter.
Oh, and a rare shot of Ben, AKA "Ears" standing still on the trail.
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