Before I get to my heroism, I wanted to make a quick comment about deer which I neglected. Prior to the cold/snow snap ushered in on Good Friday, I had started to notice deer everywhere. Now living in Wisconsin, this seems like I am making a big deal of this, but the deer weren't dead, and they were just hanging out, and I saw them all of the time. To be honest, it was kind of eerie.
Now, to saving the squirrels. I take a lovely, winding scenic route along the lake every day. Yesterday, on my way to work, I saw a squirrel contemplating crossing the street. So, I was intent on watching the squirrel to make sure that I didn't run him over. He decided to stay perched on the curb. Unfortunately, by watching the squirrel, this meant that I wasn't watching the road ahead of me, or the turkeys who actually were crossing the street. Thankfully, I had abandoned my watchful vigilance of the squirrel in enough time to successfully avoid killing the turkeys though they did feel I cut it too close due to their glares. Let me tell you, it is intimidating looking a scared and ticked off turkey in the eye.
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At least one of the family is saving squirrels. Lucky, on the other hand, is the object of their fury. She digs up and eats the nuts they have faithfully been burying. In fact, Sam the squirrel is giving her the finger as we speak.
The turkey story reminds me of a fateful July 4 involving a road full of geese . . .
I killed a squirrel once, I think. We played a lengthy game of, I'll go, no, you go, okay then I'll go, no you go. Just after he conceded to allow me to pass so he could cross another time, he turned and darted under my car, the front wheel just clipping his tail sending him spiraling into the air and off into the woods. I continued onto church to ask forgiveness.
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