Treasure hunt

He didn't have a treasure map, but he had instincts and an incredible amount of courage and curiosity, and he knew that rumors of a treasure in this area were rampant.

The natives were definitely different. Covered in feathers and speaking a language unfamiliar to him, they were intrigued by his presence.

A very tenacious and skillful climber, he had to chew his way past a very tough exterior before landing in the pot of gold at the center, eight pounds of fresh seeds just there for the taking.  The natives followed him as far as they could and then squatted below, waiting patiently.

And that was how I first saw them, one soaking wet squirrel, tail dripping with rain water, who had chewed his way into my plastic container, squatting in bird seed, while two mallard ducks sat on my patio floor below him, eating whatever he happened to drop -- or perhaps he was intentionally sharing.