It was a beautiful, cold autumn morning. Crisp air touched skin and fur in the same manner as the fiery leaves which brushed against one another in the wind. The sun, ascending from the horizon, lit a cloudless, vibrant blue sky. Birds twittered and tweeted, launching themselves from sturdy oak branches in pursuit of anything visibly available for their young. Squirrels chittered and chattered as they greeted each other and gathered their stores for the coming winter. A young red squirrel tumbled out of his parents’ lovely home; a warm, hollowed out hole near the very top of a large oak tree, lined with leaves and dried grasses of all sorts. He spotted his mother perched upon a branch several feet above him, who was observing his clumsy movement with loving eyes. The little squirrel climbed up to his mother. “Mama, it’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” She let out a little eye squinting chuckle.