So, I'm standing at the kitchen window, eating grapes, and wishing it was a more reasonable temperature (i.e. NOT 34 degrees), when I spy a squirrel sitting on the fence, eating something red.
"Hmm.." I thought, "even if he did get into the compost bin, there wasn't anything red in there. Lemme get the binoculars."
The squirrel was eating a bird, and I can only hope that the wings were moving because it was very windy. He left bird parts on the fence. He had blood on his little mouth. I used to think he/she/they were cute, but now?
Who knew that squirrels were carnivores?
In other news, 2 of the girls who I wrote about in my diaries have found me on Myspace. Do I need to go back though ALL those posts and change names? I'm sure that they are mature enough to realize that we were just twerpy 13 year olds and time heals all wounds. Gah.
My regular computer died, and I am using M.'s old laptop hooked up to my regular monitor. Therefore, no gross pics of bird guts, but you know I would if I could.