This morning, I finally felt a little vindication after years of having squirrels raid my bird feeders. Sure enough, I filled the feeder yesterday and this morning there was a fat squirrel sitting in it, pigging out. When Dave noticed him out there, he went and got the pellet gun and shot him. I didn't feel a bit sorry for that squirrel; over the years they have eaten our grapes, the vegetables in my gardens, and once we found that they took one bite out of each of the pears on our two pear trees. I could not resist getting this picture of the dead critter, although I would be afraid to post it on Facebook. There might be too strong a reaction from the animal-lovers in my friends list.
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