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Been reading in the park several days this week. There's a squirrel that seems to have...issues. With the preference for being upside-down and constant bark chewing and a general air of not quite having a grasp on whatever limb it's currently on, either physically or mentally.

Also, the birds get a bit Hitchcockian on occasion, but I think that's due more to the close quarters than to any evil intent on their part. It's not like they get nothing to eat, the fat bastards.