Amante de Sol

"Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio."........................................................... ~Hunter S. Thompson~

8.4.10

Death to Squirrels!

Inside for a few minutes to check laundry and it strikes!
Chowing down on the sunflower seeds & scattering shells.
(I've taken to only putting this dish of seed out for the chicadees
when I am able to sit outside, as otherwise he eats all the seed,
and then tosses the dish down onto the deck.)
*Bastard!*

After chasing him to the tree, I notice someone new.
To my delight, he swoops and attacks the pesky, nasty squirrel,
and lands on the light pole across the alley, watching.
I praise the bird!

After surveying the situation, another attack is in order,
and then he flies off, and since my neighbour came outside,
I had to lay off the target practice as well. Grr.

So then the little shit moved to another part of the tree and tossed bits of bark onto my car.
He does this quite a bit when he's pissed off at me.

I pumped the rifle as a warning and he took off across the neighbour's garage.

On Patrol...

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