Crosta

On my way home down Maritime Lane I heard a sound that could only mean someone was cross about something - a sort of high-pitched growl. Took me a few moments to notice the squirrel, high up on a parapet and glaring - maybe at me, more likely at another squirrel. There's been a population explosion of them due to the nut man who lives in our building, and won't desist from feeding them despite all the trouble during lockdown.