They make a squeaky noise that sounds like CecilCecilCecil, so they have always been named Cecil around here. One has one of his tunnels 5′ off my back porch and I decided Cecil needed to be in a video. Ahh, the joys of retirement and summer: having time to sit out on the porch with MaChatte and watch Cecil and squirrels and listen to the Jenny wren! Ahh, summer, and it will soon come to an end.
He took the small pieces quick and had to work harder to get the bigger pieces. This is the same one that sits up in the bush in a previous blog. sarasinart.net/2014/07/12/they–dont–often–go–up-in-trees/
Cecil, getting bread to take down in his/her underground home, maybe even feeding babies….? http://youtu.be/NO59tgyo0ns