cropped, combined

Breakfast of a squirrel.
On a very cold morning, the female squirrel was intensively digging something from under a tree for a long time. From time to time she stopped digging, sat on her hind legs, and pressed her front legs tightly to her chest. She probably warmed them after working on the cold ground. This was repeated several times, and finally she dug up some food and ate it. Unfortunately, I couldn't see if it was a root or something else that the squirrel had hidden earlier.