It's taken him almost all year to score his eighth squirrel kill, but yesterday proved to be a solid win for Sumner and a tragic loss for the squirrel who failed to scamper nimbly or dartingly enough as he fled from under the backyard bird feeder and towards the safety of one of the rear trees. It was not the squirrel's day. Sumner got a good bit of blood smeared on either side of his face and neck and a tiny scratch or bite on his nose, so he was looking like quite the fierce hunter by the time the last breaths had escaped the plucky yard rodent.
Our perspective here is not the celebration of slaughter but a recognition of the natural order of things, along with parental pride at the prowess of our super wonderful pup. The squirrel population in the Holly Avenue Neighborhood is pretty darned healthy; the culling is of benefit to the larger ecosystem here. They've been destructive enough around the yard and with some of the outdoor furniture and they are greedy at the feeders, where I'd much rather the birds have free and unfettered reign.
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