This guy has been snapping pictures all week, scribbling notes in a reporter's notebook. Something's up and I'm not happy about it. Will anyone listen to me? Too tired to answer.
Reports of a large army of squirrels preparing to attack from the south. They are marching as we speak. Yet, when I raise this threat nooooobody listens to me. I cannot fend off an army by myself.
The first active nest to tower over my territory. Tails are flicked at me as they come and go. I spot a piece of paper taped on one side. Border collie says it's a building permit. They plan an addition. I am haunted.
Catching a squirrel requires planning. On this play, the border collie goes long, diverting the squirrel's attention and providing me with a big opportunity.