Outside my window....

I feed the birds inches outside my window. The avian visitors to my feeders bring great delight.
Recently there is a squirrel that comes every day. She looks... tired.  Her teats are very visible. I suspect she has babies somewhere.  She comes to the feeder, and eats and eats and eats some more.

And then...

She sprawls out on the deck rail and relaxes in the sun. 

I remember the days when my wee child ran me to exhaustion. I hope the treats I offer at my feeder help her through this time.