We knew something had been tearing up our swing. We didn't know what, exactly. Until I caught him in the act! A squirrel peered through the sliding glass door at me one morning as I was eating breakfast. He was on the back of the swing with a mouthful of white stuffing from our swing. He looked right at me. He had so much fluffy stuff sticking out his mouth, that I couldn't help laughing. He looked like Santa Squirrel. I wish I could have taken a picture, but he was away in a flash!
The swing was old, anyway. And now we can feel good knowing that part of that swing will go towards making a warm, snug home for a little squirrel family. I'm hoping that as the leaves continue to fall in the woods behind our house, we'll catch sight of the coziest looking squirrel nest around.