It was a hot day at the trailer show.
My F-I-L is almost 87 and doing pretty well, but not as spry as he once was.
So we sent Handy to the far away parking lot, and waited for him.
As Handy approached us in his truck,
Handy Grandpa pointed out the activity up the road.
The squirrel ran out in the street
to save a bit of food from the voracious crows.
Run squirrel, run!
Made it to safety.
At least from the truck.
I'm not so sure what the crows are planning!