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A squirrelly sort of day.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
They are taking over! The tree rats are invading the yard again. Everywhere you look there’s another one. Gavin and Patty are beside themselves over the numbers they are seeing outside.
These are brazen squirrels who stand their ground and only run from the dogs when they are almost upon them. Cheeky boogers.
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Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Squirrel, Writer
Tree rat invasion
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Squirrels are invading the yard and trying to take over the suet feeders. It’s driving the birds crazy especially the wrens that have only recently discovered them.
I was sitting at my desk today and heard the pair of wrens raising quite a ruckus outside so I went to the window to see why. Sitting on a branch above one of the feeders was a very fat squirrel. I grabbed my coat and went outside. The wrens continued to scold and gave me a chance to sneak up underneath him.
I hollered and clapped my hands. Have you ever seen a squirrel look as though he was having a heart attack? I swear he clutched his chest. He shot up the tree, dashed across a branch, leapt onto our roof, and disappeared. As I walked back into the house, I could hear the wrens and this time they sounded happy.
I spent the rest of the day checking on the feeders to keep the furry invaders away.
Posted in my garden
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Tree rat relocation plan a success!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
DH relocated the tree rat today. It was not a happy camper when he found it in the have-a-heart trap. I think it’ll be happier where it is. I know I will be. We left the trap set up just in case there are more tree rats eyeing my tomatoes.
He took the squirrel over to the large wooded area near his mother’s house and set it free. He said it shot out of the cage and up the nearest tree. There, at a safe distance, it scolded him. I’m sure it had a few choice words for him after riding in the back of the pick up. I don’t like riding in the pick up.
I told DH he’d better hope it’s only squirrels that he catches. We have had skunks and opossums around here. We caught a skunk in the trap once. DH crept up to the cage and put a black trash bag over it. Then he ever so gently lifted the cage and carried it to his truck. When he got to the skunk’s destination, he lifted the cage and carried it across a field, set it down, somehow he managed to open it and remove the bag before running to his truck. Once the skunk cleared the area, he retrieved the cage. Lucky man didn’t come home stinking like a skunk…
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