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Lord Dudley Mountcatten flew off the couch the other day and positioned himself at the back door.
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Reason?
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The red menace was scampering around on the deck.
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I swear she knows he’s there, cackling like mad and most importantly… unable to reach her.
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She’s a regular rodent tease.
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I woke up last week and found this on our kitchen porch.
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And when there are red squirrel tracks?
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There’s a red squirrel in the vicinity.
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Sigh.
Here we go again….
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The husband and I were chilling in the man cave a few weeks ago…
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When I noticed something on the floor…
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Knowing that he used that color insulation to block off the sliding barn doors during transformation, we investigated outside…
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And found proof that my nemesis is back.
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That little red bitch of a squirrel was back… and building (yet another) nest.
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A few pokes of the broom handle later…
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And down it came.
That’s the fourth nest in a year and a half. Two in the house, two in the barn.
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She’s persistent, I’ll give her that. But she’s also too damned destructive to let move back in.
Been there, done that. Still trying to fix the damage.
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I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning as our first real snow of the season fell overnight.
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It wasn’t the 6-8 inches they predicted for our area…
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But it coated everything in glorious white… so that’s alright with me.
What wasn’t a welcome sight?
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The creature highlighted here.
The tiny devil who wreaked havoc with us, our house and our barn last year. The little red bitch with sharp teeth. I thought we’d seen the last of her after numerous evictions and nest busting this fall. But no…
She’s baaaack!
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I know just how you feel Dudley.
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She’s back.
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And this time she brought reinforcements.
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She was running to and fro, across our deck, up and over the roof.
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Plotting her next invasion location.
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But the worst part?
Look….
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She’s trying to recruit the grey squirrels!
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The February red squirrel from my calendar.
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This photo has shaken me to my core…. because if our resident rodent discovers power tools?
We’re doomed.
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As I was cruising Amazon for a calendar the other day, I realized there was only one choice.
Oh, I could have picked one with barns. Lord knows we’ve spent enough time and money on ours.
Or I could have picked one with white tailed deer. But we have plenty of those in the backyard.
And I could have picked one about beer. But the man cave has one of those already.
So what did I choose?
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Yes.
Not 12 months of red squirrels… but a full 18.
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Seeing all the trouble she’s caused us in the past year?
It seemed highly appropriate.
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I thought maybe we’d seen the last of her.
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But no, she was out back stealing chopped up deer apples yesterday.
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She was back on the patio table.
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And there’s only one reason for that. Do you know how sick and tired I am of finding small pieces of rotted apple every time I sit down?
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And then of course there’s the poo.
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She leaves it there on purpose, I know it.
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And may I just say, sipping from puddles of rain water filled with your own poo?
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Not the least bit appetizing.
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And please note… in that last picture? She is literally pooping. Am I a great photo journalist or what!
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We hadn’t seen much of mother red squirrel lately, which after the last pregnant photo I took of her.. was a very good thing.
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But she showed up yesterday…
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Looking kind of rough. Motherhood must be taking its toll this time around.
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Now if only I could coordinate her visits with this new addition to the backyard wildlife sightings….
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He could solve all our squirrel problems in one fell swoop.
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