Turf War

The squirrels scare me. They must be on something. I think. They are such bloodthirsty beings. At first I saw them as simple pests, ones that I hated with a passion. That was until one day I found one on my back porch, a birds head in his little paws.

These squirrles have issues. They seem to fear nothing. They mock the dogs, and mess with them like as if they were my annoying german neighbor. They eat my pumpkins, they throw things at me, they terrorize my dogs, and they eat birds.

There I was, just sipping my tea, and there he was. Just bitting the hell out of a birds face. At first I didnt think much of it. It was just getting some of the feathers off, though it seemed to be a little too invested. That was until a couple of days later.

It had left the birds head behind. It was a disgusting sight. I could see inside its head. I left it be in case another squirrel wanted some of its feathers, and mostly just didnt want to touch it. After around a week however, I looked outside once more to find the same squirrel, back with the birds head in it tiny gross paws. This time it decided to taste the flesh. It then began to eat the flesh.

To this day, I have no clue where the skull went. It’s most likely being worn by a squirrel as it tackles a raven. Most likely pay back for when a raven divebombed and then tackled a squirrel. For no reason of course.

The squirrle was minding his buissness, and I was minding mine. It crawled around my sisters truck a bit, no where near a tree or any other bird. His nice spring morning walk was ruined however by a random divebombing bird. The impact was so great that the squirrel was sent flying under the truck, and the bird just flew away like nothing happened.

The birds and squirrels are at war with each other. I just know it. And my house is going to be stuck in the middle of it.