What Were They Thinking

I was siting at the table close to the glass door leading to the patio, breaking my fast on a nice potato and egg thing I make in the microwave, when two young, but full-grown, bushy tailed, grey ground squirrels came into the patio.

In turn, each came up to the glass door, stood on its hind legs, looked me in the eye, and then headed into the canopy of my little patio tree. They rustled around a bit there and then one left. I came to the computer to type this.