Snow’s coming, and the sky is heavy with it. The birds are chatting, and I assume it’s about the weather.
Two squirrels are mating on one of the trees. The female wasn’t into it, but the male caught up to her, mounted her, did his thing. It went quick. Now they’re just hanging out on a branch together. Consent is likely not a topic of conversation in th…
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