My wife had cut up an apple to include in our oatmeal this morning, so later in the day I dumped the core on top of the remaining corn in the Squirrel Feeder. Later I looked out and saw that we had a customer {pictures taken through glass door to our deck}
"There's a little more in this corner"
"And a little more in this corner"
"OK, fella, we need more food out here"
{so I hustled out with more corn and a handful of peanuts}
added: this poor animal seems to be terrified of me - as soon as I step out the door, it runs. Looking at the first two pictures I see that both ears are somewhat chewed up, so it may have lived a tough life already.