We've Got Squatters Part 2

Our squatters are now brazenly showing their faces. The crafty barn swallow found herself a nice nook. Of course we were away and by the time we got back, domestic arrangements were well underway.

Meanwhile Chipolata now presumptiously expects a peanut handout every time I go out on the porch.

Then out comes Chipster, disgruntled at being beaten to it and it usually ends in an acrimonious  high speed chase around the woodpile, interspersed with choice expletives in their language. Chipolata is the one with the half-size tail. My American friends don't know what chipolatas are. Sad. I could just eat a couple now. Sausages, that is, not chipmunks.