Tamiasciurus hudsonicus, that is.

Yesterday one came through the (loose) screen onto the porch. Today these two, above, seemed to follow me around. I wonder if the drought has reduced the food supply—I don't see much in the way of cones or cedar seeds. Perhaps they just want someone to write a story about them.

Take a look at the feet in the top photo—a most capable appendage.

Blowing like stink from the West. Marina packed tight.