Saturday, March 22, 2008

Pattertwig and Nutmeg

If you will remember back only a few blogs you will recall the tale of a squirrel and a gun. Mrs. Squirrel had been particularly active this past week and got rather careless. And the war tactics of the Porters had improved. We no longer ran around aimlessly. Two people watched from the deck, one through a scope. Two others ran down the stairs to prevent said squirrel from coming under the carport. I didn't know Asa and Caleb could shoot that well. Dead squirrel. Mission accomplished.

Wait a second..... why would it be in our deck anyway? It was probably building a nest, yeah for like babies and stuff. Oh. Babies. Great.


Baby squirrels are another matter all together. They drink warm milk out of teaspoons. Yes. We killed the mother and are now feeding the offspring. Oh the irony.

11 comments:

elliebird said...

whoa! it's tiny!

what are y'all gonna do with them?

Amy said...

you tell me. we'll probably just let them go... yeah right. after naming them.

s. wells said...

hahahahahaha

on to june said...

You have to name one of them Bambi. It's a moral imperative.

Amy said...

well, they both died. their names are no longer relevant.

elliebird said...

may they rest in peace.

s. wells said...

it's the circle of life....

Anonymous said...

Why would you kill a SQUIRREL!??!

Amy said...

dear anonymous,
a. i don't like all capitals.
b. because it had built a nest in our deck
c. who are you?

Dodger of Sheep said...

You have the option of disabling anonymous comments if this sort of thing troubles you.

anna said...

poor harriet and..... whatever the other one was named