Deer Live In Pine Trees
Don D
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And I'm not talking about them living in and amongst a pine thicket. I'm talking about up 45 feet high in the trees. Yesterday I was picking up small pine limbs to burn. The crisp, cool 7 a.m. morning silence was broken by a crack up high in the trees. I anticipated a small limb would fall to the ground. Instead I watched one side of a 10 point deer antler rack fall to the ground, and it stuck up in the dirt. The half-antler was a really old one and contained 5 distinguishable, clear points. It was maybe 10 inches in length and was well gnawed. Apparently a squirrel had drug it up in the tree and had spent a couple of hours gnawing on it. It was thoroughly gnawed up like it would be if a man had taken a sharp knife and shaved away at it all over. I wonder if the squirrel knew I was picking up limbs and decided to discard the antler right then so I could retrieve it. No, I don't drink beer this early in the morning.
Are there HR implications? Are there any other kinds of implications?
Are there HR implications? Are there any other kinds of implications?
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Up here in the Pacific Northwest, the deer have the good sense to stay on the ground and obligingly freeze while a rifle's pointed at them.
The HR implications? There are many. But suffice it to say, watch out for the nerdy engineers. If you see a pocket protector drive a silver stake through it.
Fear not, there is still hope for your redemption. Look at Jimmy. If you have not already done so, form a new chapter of Habitats for Humanity in your neck of the woods.
Squirrels are a trip. Spend a lot of time trying to outwit them and usually losing although my honey did finally REALLY squirrel proof one of the bird feeders..I won't tell you how ugly it looks but the seed lasts more than an hour now. I inherited some beautiful, hand made huge jute plant hangars from my brother. They looked so cool hanging under the live oak with a beautiful stag horn fern in one. .til the squirrels decided to attempt to dismantle so they could have the jute for their nests. What a mess.
Now, I need to do something about the stalker cat who watches and waits in the shadows (at least his owner had the good sense to put a bell on him!)
When I taught school many years ago, there was an English teacher named George, of rather small build, who was nicknamed Squirrel. So, I named a squirrel in our backyard, George.
>you up by nibbling on your finger while you're asleep in your bed (for
>details see that other post where we talked about such things).
I'm still trying to figure out how a squirrel got into your house. Can they flatten themselves out like rats and mice do and come through small spaces? Gawd, that gives me the creeps!