Turns out the reason the squirrel population isn't so much in this neighborhood is the feral cats. They're gorgeous, all of them, but still wild. I think one we saw prowling through our back (fenced-in) and tiny yard before we made the move was feral.
Seems like there wouldn't be as many birds, but guess they're more observant than the squirrels. I was following my guy out of the neighborhood yesterday morning, he off to his art class and me off to hit yard sales. He braked in front of me and waited. I thought he'd forgotten to tell me something and would get out, but no. He kept sitting there in his car. Then I saw a sleek black cat crouched just to the side as if stalking something. In a moment the cat darted across the street and my guy went on.
I started to go, too, but noticed the cat slinking behind a tree, still stalking. Just as I rounded the tree - one of the huge water oaks we have here - the cat pounced on a squirrel who'd been sitting on the ground. The squirrel tried desperately to get away, leaping in the air and thrashing around, but the cat clung to him determinedly. I was in shock, the car advancing automatically so I never saw what happened. But I'm pretty sure the squirrel got gone.
Awful to witness a murder first thing in the morning. And yes, I know the cat was hungry and this is nature and all that. But still...Right before my eyes?
Still pooped from moving and company may be coming Memorial Day so not much time to blog. I did want to get this in though.
In case you don't know, PACK RAT is one of those companies that bring a storage bin to your house. You load up all your stuff, they cart it to one of their nice warehouses, and store it for you. Then, when you're ready for your possessions' return, they bring the storage bin back (to the old address or a new one) and you unload all your precious things.
A perfect solution for that gap between moving from the old house into the new. Sad they can't choose which stuff needs to never return, but I digress...
Somewhere during our move, we happen to have lucked into a miniature replica of the Pack Rat storage bin. It's cute as can be and it works perfectly for storing my salt and peppers. And here it is. Advertising and all.
Tonight will be our fourth night in our new home. We are slowly but surely getting sorted out. Unfortunately, one of the lost items was my guy's coffee. I was sure I had packed it for the big day Monday when the movers came, but no.
Tuesday. No coffee. I kept saying, "I know it's here somewhere." Nope.
Wednesday. No coffee. I (and my slowly growing frantic guy) opened every box we had left unpacked. I was optimistic. "It'll turn up." It didn't.
Thursday. No coffee. BUT...Back at the ranch, picking up some more small items, I happened to look in the pantry that I was sure I'd emptied out. And there it was. Coffee can, measuring spoon, filters...Everything he needs. So tomorrow, no more McDonald's!