Occasionally when we walk through the woods, I hear movement overhead but until recently hadn't actually spotted a squirrel.
I knew (or suspected) that they should be about. Finally, a couple of weeks ago, we were down at the far end of Stackmoor in the most densely treed area when I once again heard movement in the tree canopy... and lo and behold, there was the elusive squirrely I'd been hoping to see.
We only made eye contact for the briefest of moments before he (or she) disappeared along a dark tree branch, leapt to another tree and was gone again.
I'm sure we'll see each other again... well, I'm pretty sure the squirrel will see me before I see it... because I know we're being watched!