Squirrel Hunter

Did you know that I love to hunt squirrels? If I do say so myself, I think I’m quite the stealthy squirrel hunter.

Our East garden is frequented by one or two. When Mom opens the door early in the morning for me to go out to the garden, I go into stalking mode, quietly and slowly moving out the doorway. If I move too fast, the squirrels will scatter over the fence. Mom tries to nudge me out the door but I ignore her and move ever so slowly allowing my eyes to dart over all the hiding places.

Once I spotted a squirrel and lept off the steps. That squirrel probably escaped with only a few hairs missing from its tail. Oh well, I will keep trying. I think they must be hibernating because I haven’t seen as many of them since it turned so cold. I keep sniffing in all the corners and in every blade of grass.