Squirrels rok. There’s one that lives in my pine tree, and every afternoon around 4, I go out on my deck with a granola bar, and tap in on the railing till he comes over. I’ll break it up and he’ll eat a little at a time until he sees there’s no more in my hand. He’ll sqeal at me, shake his tail for a minute and go back to the tree and stare at me until I go in. He’s grey with a black tail.