Weirdest thing. Walking in the company gardens on my way to enjoy watching a workers strike that hopefully, may errupt into a riot, and I came upon a very unusual looking squirrel in my path.
I tried to feed my new friend a few nuts, but he seemed to turn his nose up at them.
Luckily I had some spare sugar cubes left in my backpack from Tea that morning at The Mount Nelson.
He loved those. And brayed as I combed his mane.