We were all just sitting around enjoying a cold beer under a tree about 2 hours into the weekend. Someone made the comment about there being no squirrels around...Despite all the oak trees. Someone else made a comment that maybe all the dogs running around may have something to do with it. We laughed and opened another beer.
We went on to other topics when a third person noticed something coming to show us something. I think the phrase he used to alert the rest of us of the new development was "Holy shit!" We turned and there she was proud as could be, her tail wagging uncontrollably. A mad dash for our cameras ensued. I got a couple good ones before it was time to regulate.
Surely she didn't chase it down a kill it did she? Did she chase it up a tree and did it fall out? We know it didn't get hit by a car. We know it had recently expired. Was it an old critter too slow to get out of the way of the Tess Train? We will never know...
It was a great mysterious way to start a Guy's Weekend. What happens at Guy's Weekend stays at Guy's Weekend. And that's good because if I type anymore, my liver pains would start acting up again.