Hello again. This is a TDB Special Report. I'm your diligent doggie commentator Chester L. W. Spaniel with an update on the missing squirrel saga.
I saw a squirrel today! It was alias Twinkletoes (or as I call him: Ratface.) He was looking pretty humble after narrowly escaping that big hawk the other day. He made no demands for those peanut butter sandwiches he thinks I owe him.
Grrrrowrrff!
So he wandered over to the hanging birdie feeder to pick up the seeds the little birdies dropped on the ground. Loyal readers will remember that the grackles think those fallen seeds are for them exclusively. Soon the big grackle boss birdie, the honorable Effluvium Scatterstool, President of the Great Grackle Flying PTA (Poop Tossers Association) arrived. At first Twinkletoes ignored him.
Then, Twinkletoes turned and started trash talking Scatterstool. The President of the Great Grackle Flying PTA was in no mood for this and lunged at him!
Twinkletoes thought he could just scurry and hide behind the pear tree.
Look carefully at this picture below. That black blur is Scatterstool dive bombing Twinkletoes, who's now running as fast as he can toward the silver maple tree trunk! Bwahahahaha!
So that's why the squirrels are missing from my yard! Well, don't think that's the end of the story. Because check out this scenario:
It's an operative from the Conniving Chipmunk Consortium! Yes, now a chipmunk has arrived to snarf the seeds that the grackles usually eat. Scatterstool got ready for another attack. He marched right up to him, but the chipmunk didn't move.
Those chipmunks must think they're pretty tough! He went on stuffing his face with seeds even when Scatterstool gave him his best stink eye!
Scatterstool had to call for back-up. His wife, Squatty, arrived to help.
The chipmunk jumped up and the birds flew away!
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| Nyah! Get lost birdies! |
Hahaha! The big bad grackles, who chased the squirrels away, were scared of a scrappy little chipmunk! But, a chipmunk is technically a squirrel. And a squirrel's a squirrel!
Time for a doggie intervention!
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| Zoom! |
And stay out! Harumph!
Stinky little chipmunk! I know your scent now!
I think I scared the crap out of him, because he didn't just run away; he squeaked while he ran! Squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky!
I love being a doggie!
OMD...Will the madness ever stop!!!
ReplyDeleteSmileys!
Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo
(and giggling Mama!)
GO SCATTER STOOL..... Keep Rat Face away.... and then go after that MINI SQUIRREL in Stripped Furs...
ReplyDeleteKeep them away from our Furends..Joey and Chester. they can't do this job all alone... it interferes with their Napping Schedule.
Pee S Alternative Title fur this one
ReplyDeleteThe Plot Thickens....= the POOP thickens... or RUN like the Dickens...
Squirrels, grackles, chipmunks - you have such an exciting yard - hope you have chased that chipmunk away for good.
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BOL!!!! OMD, this is a FABulous series!!! I thinks you need to puts this in a book or somethings! You gots me on the edge of my puter chair!!! I can't waits to see what happens tomorrow!!!! Gosh, I wish I had chipmunks....
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Ruby ♥
Hehe, are chipmunks like squeaky toys Chester???? Sounds like theys great funs to chase if they squeak as well
ReplyDeleteLoves and licky kisses
Princess Leah xxx
PeeS I've been listening to the messages you left on the Moon phone answer machine, you are the sweetest and most darling fella, luffs you
You sure have your work cut out for you, Chester! Have fun keeping everyone in line!
ReplyDeleteLooks like you and the birds have your work cut out to ensure there are no more squirrels or squirrel lites in your yard.
ReplyDeleteWow, he really is a ratface! Looks like the rodents and the birdies are building up to a backyard rumble. BOL Chipmunks drive me totally crazy and you did a great job running off that munk.
ReplyDeleteGrr and Woof,
Sarge, Police Commish
BTW: Great pix of all the action!
ReplyDeleteWow, I live in a rural area, but you have way more fun in your yard!
ReplyDeleteNow if our picture window let me view the woodsy part of our yard, I might have ore things to see...