The giant feathered death machine is still culling the squirrels from our backyard. We managed to save three squirrels from a brush with death this morning (or possibly one squirrel three times… they aren’t terribly smart). I’m beginning to fear it’s a losing battle. There’s only so much you can do when the half-blind squirrels keep running right to the waiting predator.
Nature is terribly unfair sometimes.
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