When we returned from our afternoon walk, our mortal enemy waited for us. The mighty squirrel hunters scrambled, but did they win?
The squirrel population has exploded around us. They scamper through the yard, up the trees, and from branch to branch. We invite them “to play” but they refuse (How Rude!). But when one hung out in the tree in our very own front yard as we came back from our walk, enough was enough.
Roscoe and Typhoon did their absolute best sweet talking, but the squirrel did nothing but scamper to a higher branch and then scold them. Don’t worry though, Hu-Dad suggested we move along and ignore it.
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