I was at McDaniel Farm Park yesterday when I saw a squirrel jump from a tree onto the tin roof of the house. It made quite the *smack* when he landed, but he scurried off to the other side. As I rounded the corner of the house, I heard a rustling above me. The squirrel was busily doing something at the downspout of the gutter. I whistled, and he looked up at me, startled, as if I’d discovered his big secret… and he was NOT pleased about it either.