When does a squirrel become a Tree Rat? When the son bitch raids my feeders, heads for the attic, looks to nest in the garage apartment, or any other form of mayhem and destruction. But I digress, at least for a moment.
This morning as I was walking my dog around the block, I casually counted 25 squirrels. I lost track of the number of nests; they are all over the place. These squirrels are A-OK. They don’t bother me and I don’t bother them. Of course if one of those colonies decides to move into my vacated pecan tree, it will be, how should I say? A bloodletting.
This Saturday morning I am 0-1-1. Not too good. One of the varmints will not show his face around here any more. The other most have pissed himself. He decided to head for one of the birdfeeders. I carefully aimed, but not carefully enough. I hit the shepherds hook, seed went a flying, and the tree rat went a jumping. I bet he will think twice about climbing on the feeder.
It has been a couple of weeks since I shoot the R1, and clearly I need some practice.
Straight shooting. Happy Saturday!
