Murph and me watch the squirrels during our morning sit-down on the porch. There is a mixed population of grays and blacks, with chipmunks staying to themselves. Each clan largely stays close to its own fur. The grays are quite hierarchical and just chose another chief to preside over rodent relations, becoming an absolute nutter. Tho whole rodent population can quickly see how badly the grays are acting under senile leadership. The blacks won't even shake their tails at them anymore. The crows laugh from the trees at them all because the squirrel drama gives the crows greater dominance over the whole backyard.