Chubby, unscruffy squirrel collecting dinner on the neighbor's patio. Obviously not the one I saw in the tree a few days ago. Seemed very at home, though not pleased with two rather beautiful gray mourning doves who fluttered from branch to branch above him, startling him each time. Or, her. This may be Squeeze. I watched for awhile, hoping whoever it was would head for the nest and maybe be greeted by whomever's in there, if anyone is; but in the end, the chubby squirrel disappeared into the ivy, perhaps to wait until the dove infestation was over.