Breakfast with the animals

It's going to be another hot day. I ate the last of my breakfast in the shade of my garden just now, though didn't take any peanuts with me. The chipmunk Chris has tamed climbed up on my lap a couple of times to see if I had any and I hoped the black squirrel wouldn't do the same; it stayed around my feet, and after a while was joined by its baby (a smaller, more glossy squirrel with a magnificently fluffy tail). I assume this one was just weaned because she kept pushing it away––this turned into a rolling game among the ferns.