I needed to return a phone call, a little while ago, and ended up using my cell phone and stepping outside because my Cockatiels were being so noisy in the office. I sat down on the front porch steps to talk with the lady, and I saw a HUGE hawk swoop down in front of me, and he dropped a squirrel in the front yard!(Thank goodness I didn't yell in the phone, but at least I think she would have understood because her dog was barking in the background) Poor squirrel has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, but now it makes me wonder if I've been blaming Butter unnecessarily for the dead squirrels we've found the last couple of weeks.
If so, I'm making a public apology to Buttercup right now. I wondered, at the time, why that hawk dropped him after the effort of catching him? But when I just went back to look in the yard, the squirrel is gone, so he must have just slipped out of his grasp. I know Butter isn't to blame because he's asleep on a chair, right beside me. Good boy!
Logan
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