The first squirrel I saw when I came back to Bishkek in March.
An old man showed us his collection of porcelain in Uzbekistan (Shakrisabz). Among a whole load of other fancy tableware we found this jem.
The last sqirrel picture I took before I left to Germany
A squirrel on a notebook. The subtitle says: “ловко в деревьям скачет, И в дупле орешки прячет. Наша белочка!” which means in my free translation: Who jumps lightly through the trees, hiding nuts in knotholes. That’s our squirrel!”