Ed was sitting on the front terrace one morning, when he spotted something in the garden. Lo and behold, our little squirrel had re-appeared.
Needless to say, Max was fascinated, and spent the entire day sitting at the bottom of the tree that the squirrel had run up. He did check out a couple of other trees, but was evidently convinced that it had to come down the same tree it had gone up.
Speaking to some locals, there is a big family of squirrels living near the monestary. This one must be a bit more adventurous, having scurried some 1/2 mile from there. There aren't too many trees in places, so he was quite determined to find his way to our garden.
As far as I am concerned, he can eat as many pine cones as he likes, and bring his family with him.
For those that don't know - there are no grey squirrels in Spain. The nearest ones are in France, but hopefully it will be a long time before they are able to cross the pyrenees.