Trust

I saw a black squirrel hiding a peanut in Osgoode Hall garden in a newly upturned flowerbed and stopped to take a snap. Sensing my presence, it stood on its hind legs, watched me intently for a while with its suspicious beady eyes. Finally, it decided that it was safe to trust a human with this little secret and hurried back to nearby shrubs. I hope that no one disturbs this cache and its trust of humanity is not weakened.