IN ALASKA HUNTERS
KILL THE WOLVES TO SAVE THE MOOSE SO THEY CAN KILL THE MOOSE.
I don’t kill
animals any more. Somewhere in the
aging process I lost my taste of killing.
I do eat meat and I guess that is killing by proxy; but I don’t like
seeing an animal dying – especially in the name of a sport.
I use to have a squirrel problem, but now I buy (bird) squirrel food by the fifty-pound bag. I once considered it bird feeding, but there is a heard of three big grey squirrels and five red squirrels that I
scatter seeds on the ground in order to them keep them off the bird feeders. This doesn’t even count the half-dozen or so
chipmunks that will come out of hibernation sometimes over the next few
months.
If anyone is
in the market for a heard of squirrels, please contact me – we can work
something out.
What should you call a number of squirrels
– a heard, a pod, a pack, a nuisance, a shit load?
the Ol’Buzzard
