Okay. It only just turned 8am the next day, and I’m looking out the window only to see squirrel #2 stuck in my trap. Could there really be more than one squirrel (heavy sarcasm)? This could get old real fast. Sigh. I’ll have the video of his release shortly.
My nemesis, the squirrel. I have watched helplessly for years as this varmint consumed my expensive bird seed. Well, today this squirrel’s luck ran out. We borrowed a “Have-a-Hart” trap, used peanut butter as bait, bagged the little booger, and then transported him to some woods in Barrington. So that’s one down, 247 more to go. Click here to see more of this squirrel’s last day in our yard.
My eight-year-old son shot me tonight. Then I shot him. Then he shot me, and so on and so forth, and now there are Nerf bullets in every crook and cranny this house has to offer.
The real victims here? My wife and daughter, who were caught in the crossfire. I believe it’s referred to as collateral damage.
Same time tomorrow, Eric?
An accommodating Red-winged blackbird waits while I get him in focus, which wasn’t easy considering how the wind was swaying him back and forth, in and out of focus. I took this shot this morning at Brickyard Pond.
We took the kids rollerblading on the bike path this morning. On one stretch of path, an elderly woman had stopped and was looking into the vegetation. When we came upon her, she felt compelled to point out this marker to us. Back in the day, she explained, train engineers would see this and blow their whistle – thus the “W” on this post. Note: the bike path follows the same route as the old rails.
Long Days and Nights 