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Name: Corny

Species: Grey squirrel

Encountered: My back yard in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.

Backstory: As we’ve mentioned, my new place is crawling with squirrels, but there’s one in particular that I’ve become close enough with to call my squirrel friend.

The other day, I found him on his favorite tree limb, just outside my kitchen window — one which he has either scratched or gnawed the bark off.

I don’t know why he did that, unless it was maybe to make for a smoother surface. He likes to stretch out on it like a hammock and take naps there.

This time though, he had brought lunch with him, a piece of corn on the cob he had scrounged somewhere. It wasn’t a full piece of corn on the cob, just half a cob, but he was sitting up, holding it just like we humans do, one hand on each end, and nibbling off what was left of any kernels.

I halfway expected him to knock on my door and ask for butter and salt.

Once he saw me, he adjusted it, deciding to make it a to go order. He chomped down on the end securely before heading down the limb and jumping on the side of a big oak tree and disappearing.