Junebug the former stray Chihuahua-Yorkie mix has settled into life at SouthWind Hall nicely and continues to boss around the other dogs each of whom weigh at least 5 times as much as she. She has learnt a new joy, to dash out the back door straight for the spruce tree in the hopes of flushing out one of the birds bunnies or squirrels that shelter under there. The pace she sets when there is an actual target in sight is known as Squirrel Speed. These things must be perfectly understood or nothing wonderful can come of what I am about to relate.
Sunday morning I opened the back door and Deke followed as best he could as Junebug put on Squirrel Speed Plus, clearly thinking "That is the biggest sparrow I have ever seen!"
Fortunately, the red-tailed hawk managed to get off the ground just before Junebug got to him.
Mr. Hawk sat on a nearby fence, swallowed what he had in his mouth, and looked extremely annoyed that his pleasant breakfast of nice fresh dead squirrel had been interrupted. The dogs walked right past the nice fresh dead squirrel with just one sniff and looked about for that amazing big sparrow. I was completely embarrassed. I apologized to Mr. Hawk and got the dogs inside as soon as everyone has peed.
Later I reluctantly went out to dispose of the dead squirrel or pieces thereof, but Mr. Hawk had most considerately removed the whole thing. I was relieved.
As long as the almost-white Ghost Squirrel in the front yard is spared Mr. Hawk is welcome to thin the squirrel herd all he likes. That is, as long as he sticks to tree rats bunnies and chipmunks. Rick the Rocket Scientist and I are in perfect agreement that no matter what her own opinions on her size and ferocity are, Junebug is not to be left outside alone lest Mr. Hawk decide she looks tasty....,