Okay, I’m giving you fair warning; this blog entry is not for the faint of heart. Animals lovers BEWARE. EXPLICIT PHOTO ATTACHED OF DEAD ANIMAL. You can’t say I didn’t warn you. Now it’s your own fault if you read any further. Hailey has caught another
chipmunk
baby squirrel [thanks, Andy]. This makes three so far since we moved in. I have no idea how she is quick enough to catch them, but catch them she does and brings them right up on the deck by the door. She has placed them in the same spot all three times. I have observed her just sitting or laying in the woods staring intently at at one spot. Waiting. Hoping. It obviously works. This morning I was sitting and reading in the sun room when I noticed her by the sliding door wanting to come in. She was acting kind of funny, so I got up to let her in and she decided to come around to the other sliding door. When I let her in she was walking all slunk down real low so I knew she had done something wrong. She always acts guilty if she thinks she’s been bad. I glanced out, and sure enough, there was her “present” to me. A poor little
chipmunk
baby squirrel; dead, but still warm. At least she didn’t mangle it because it looked like it had been carried very gently in her mouth. The last time she caught one some of my friends asked me why I didn’t take a photo of it. So, this time I decided to to do just that since it looks like it’s just sleeping.
I understand that the hunter gene runs in the family on her mother’s side, and that her mother and grandmother both were hunters [or should I say huntresses?]. So, I guess I can’t get too mad at her for just carrying on in the family tradition. Here is the chipmunk, and here you have Hailey the Huntress.
