tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329791730533970672.post-77547465310590251112008-06-30T11:50:00.008-04:002008-07-02T15:03:19.480-04:00This beautiful little creature is absolutely terrorizing my dog - not to mention various local members of the rodent family. Murph has completely shredded two screens on our sliding door because this sweet little beastie has taken up residence in the woods behind our house. She (?) trots through the back yard, pauses to drink from our bird bath, and has snatched up more than a few gray squirrels for supper. (This part, I cannot watch.) I have always been too busy trying to wrestle with the dog to get a picture, but today I finally did both. The pictures are a little dark, due to the fact that I was taking them through our most recently shredded screen, but here she is:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_piCeeLkAxGg/SGkBp8eQLwI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZOVGC1jsoIo/s1600-h/IMGP0848.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_piCeeLkAxGg/SGkBp8eQLwI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZOVGC1jsoIo/s400/IMGP0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703463404711682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Not bad, considering I had a 65-pound ball of wriggling, howling hunting dog pinned between my knees as I snapped the photo.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_piCeeLkAxGg/SGkCbAz4roI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nSrJEvZEIiM/s1600-h/IMGP0844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_piCeeLkAxGg/SGkCbAz4roI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nSrJEvZEIiM/s400/IMGP0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704306382777986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The keen huntress. I love the black on her front feet.</span><br /></div><br /></div>I finally decided to go shoo the fox away, because, what you can't see in these photos is that she is perched under our bird feeders, and we kind of like our backyard feathered friends. I didn't want our bird feeder to take on a whole new meaning, if you catch my drift. So, I crept around the side of the house (with the camera, of course) to move her along, and as she bolted back into the woods, a squirrel came shooting out from under the baffle of the bird feeder. That sly fox was just waiting him out! She knew he hiding was up inside there, and even tried to leap up on the pole a few times. Here I thought she was getting ready to jump up for a treat of the feathery kind; little did I know there was a fat squirrel hiding in the baffle. I swear I heard a little squeaky "thank you!" as Mr. G. Squirrel bolted past me and into the safety of a nearby tree. </div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12493712789087958236noreply@blogger.com