Pieces of bread torn from a freshly baked loaf are thrown into a garden of grass and leaves.
A squirrel stares ahead and looks as if smiling at the sunlight which reflects off the rain on the fence.
In the beauty of movement a tail waves in delight.
Small hands clutch at the thrown white pieces while a tiny mouth nibbles in total satisfaction.
Shining fur moves in the wind .
Running around a misty garden, a squirrel enjoys the silence of clouds .