Yesterday afternoon, I opened up the mini-barn to get out a rake. I couldn't believe my eyes...there was an enormous cache of walnuts in the loft! A squirrel tried to hide them inside a clay pigeon box, of all places. I noticed when I was uploading the photo that the box says, "The ingestion of clay targets by livestock or pets may result in severe illness or death". Alrighty then.
I carefully pulled the box down, all the while wondering if a squirrel would jump out at me.
The box was crammed full of walnuts. No squirrel. You know I am not fond of the red squirrels. They are naughty and destructive. They are fine if they stay away from my stuff. The problem is, they are always getting into my stuff! Look at what else the squirrel did. He constructed a motel between the chain saw and the Havahart traps!
Needless to say, Mr. Squirrel has been evicted. I baited the Havahart trap, but he has not returned. (I could have relocated him to a park where he would have an endless supply of bird seed, compliments of the Hamilton County Parks Department.) And so he remains homeless. And I don't feel one bit sorry for him.
Love,
Bonnie Jo
