More rain last night, and Squirrely was up before dawn, doing repair work. He ripped hanging leaves off the bottom, climbed up, and stuffed them inside; seemed improvident to me, but I've never built a nest. I was just wondering where Squeeze was -- searching out breakfast? or maybe she hadn't actually moved in? -- when Squirrely, having run onto a higher branch and dashed to the big tree nearby, came back and chattered loudly. Up pokes another head from the nest. He charges in -- it's cool to see them go in and out, because they do this fluid, diving move over the rim -- and a second later they're both out, running around the branches. I think he checked out the next tree for berries, found some, and came back and told Squeeze breakfast was served.