Archive for the ‘that damn dog’ Category
I was already indignant with the mockingbirds eating all my blueberries.
This morning I woke up to another indignity. I caught a great big ole fat squirrel on my feeder (not John’s lesser, rejected one) and that little sonovagun was eating the birdseed right out of the top of the feeder.
How in the world did he get that open?
Let me tell you he was going to town in there, too. I did a double take when I first saw it because I wasn’t sure it was, in fact, a squirrel. Oh, yes it was, and that little chunky monkey was getting fatter on my nickel. Um, birdseed.
The cardinals were a little put out by it, too, because they were dive-bombing the feeder like a bunch of World War II aces.
It was rather entertaining right up until I’d remember I was insulted by the squirrel, then I’d be all mad again and everything.
Of course, I wasn’t so mad that I didn’t see the hilarity of it, so I grabbed the camera so I could share it.
Because I love you like that, dear reader.
I’ve managed to set off the alarm THREE TIMES THIS WEEK. It’s only Thursday.
Besides feeling put out and totally stupid, I’ve now become that guy at the alarm company. I called to report the false alarm, and the agent laughed, laughed, and asked if I was walking the dog again.
Well, it’s nice to know that I bring some joy to other people’s day.
Meanwhile, I now know who to really blame…
These squirrels have been trying to get on the feeder ever since we put it up. Finally, we saw a successful squirrel. Only, he didn’t get any food. Ha!
Suki has kickin’ breath. Christaar feeds her Altoids for curiously refreshing breath.