A couple of months ago, I was in the yard watching a pair of Blue Jays carrying sticks to a nest in progress, when I heard something rustling in the leaves near the pond. It was one of the many squirrels that live in and about the yard and I started to turn back to the Jays, automatically dismissing him. But before I can do that, he scoots down the pond bank and starts drinking. He was wary and I only managed two quick frames before he took off, alarmed by the movement of the camera, and disappeared back into the woods.