Tree Rat! Drats!
I noticed some small broken pecan branches in my flower bed on the way to church this morning and wondered if I had missed a storm. When I returned from church, I heard the tell-tell bark and saw the culprit -- a squirrel had built a nest in the tree. Some of the broken branches had fallen from the nest. Squirrels, like mice, are cute, but I don't want them in my tree. I don't want them raiding my pecans or ravaging my bird feeder and chasing the birds. I wish I could climb to that nest and knock it down, but it's impossible without a tall ladder. Dog-gone-it! He tried to hide from me, but I found him and I told him that he had messed with the wrong tree. I had four dogs and three cats and his babies wouldn't survive any more than the mockingbird babies did. He's been warned.
From 2012 Project 365 + 1