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Originally Posted by Icky Thump
Fucking sucks.
Many years ago, I saw the first squirrel who came to my house dodge a red-tailed hawk who was after her. It was here that I learned about squirrel evasion techniques.
When evading an aerial predator, squirrels take a position on a big branch near the trunk of a tree. When the hawk lands on top, they go to the bottom of the branch. When the hawk swings around to the bottom, the squirrel goes on top of the branch.
They were too far from me for me to be able to do anything but scream but it went on for a few minutes until the hawk flew away frustrated and our little buddy went to live on for many more years.
I feel like life for everything is a game of dodging predators. Get Covid, hope you don't get a clot, so you're on top of the branch. Get a lipid report with bad HDL, hide under the branch, lipids get better, you're on top of the branch.
Even though I never met GGG, we interacted on here a few times. Prayers go out to all and hope there truly is a better place for wonderful people like him.
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Nice imagery, but we had a mourning dove nest on our porch early Covid. When the chicks hatched it was a bright spot of hope. Then a fucking squirrel got in the nest and ate both chicks. Worst was it only had access because I left a chair on the porch that gave em a jumping location. Who knew they were even carnivores?
Point is I’d have let the fucker get eaten.
