It's not the best of pictures, I realize, but I didn't want to gross out my readers, also known as, I didn't want to get too close to the guy. The poor thing must have been in this tree when he met his maker and came crashing down.
I knew immediately when the little guy "landed" because Marti became quite interested in trying to stand on her hind legs to peer up at the bush. Now that it's been there for two months, the novelty has worn off and Marti is no longer interested. Luckily, the bush is above eye level, so I can only see that there is some sort of fuzziness resting atop the bush. I'm just waiting for the tree trimmers to come around one day and get a very dead surprise.
4 comments:
ew lol...
Wow! What is happening in the squirrel world? About 2 weeks ago, I looked out the back door and a dead squirrel lay next to the bird feeder. I suspected foul play, namely your FIL; however, he tearfully assured me that he was innocent and promptly provided a dignified Christian burial
When I read your blob about the dead squirrel I was deeply moved.
Most people don't stop to think how hard a life a squirrel has in the city. It's not an easy life at all! Then to find where one has passed on is very moving!! What csuesd the death, murder, BB gun, old age!! I hope your next blob comments won't be so disturbing.
T.O.M.
Oh my goodness. That's sick and fascinating at the same time. Excellent photo journalism skills...you have to show respect for the dead.
Post a Comment