Birdhouse Watching in an English country garden. What Bliss!
During our stay in England, extra birdseed was put in the old Birdhouse since the English winters can be tough for the little birds to find enough food. Crammed full of goodies, the Birdhouse certainly became a popular haunt for small squadrons of finches and robins to fly in for a spot of lunch!
Goodie for me! This meant that I had my own live ‘Birdhouse television’ which I could watch from the comfort of my warm, snuggly daybed.
Some of the birds may have visited the Birdhouse a little too often!
Everyday, after a nice long forest run, I would settle down on my daybed and nod off whilst relaxing and gazing through the glass door at the little birdies hopping around. Zzzzzzz!
I was not at all bothered about these teeny-weeny birdies skydiving into the rickety Birdhouse. I didn’t get the doggie brain-freeze feeling to rush and chase them off, which I always get when I see the Squirrel!
However, one afternoon, as I was slowly opening my eyes after a very nice sleep and expecting to see a few lilliputian birdies, I saw..Arggghhhhh!
Inside the Birdhouse sat my nemesis, the SQUIRREL!
He was munching all the food and had scared the birdies away!
I rarely bark unless I am convinced it’s serious, but I found myself blowing air into my cheeks and mustering up a kind of “awuwuu”…”awuuuu”…”awuwuu”..”aruuuuuf?”
I had to squish my nose up to the glass door before the Squirrel noticed me, then he zoomed off. Grrrrr
Since that day, I vowed to stay alert and on duty around the garden door. My once sleepy corner with a garden view became HQ for Zola’s Squirrel Surveillance Service!
For fear of missing the Squirrel and failing in my new role as ‘Protector of the Birdhouse’, my new Anti-Squirrelism activities included:
- Crack of dawn spying through the closed curtains..a cunning plan eh?
- A lot of standing around like a statue to fool Squirrel that I was part of the furniture.
- Creeping low in hunt mode ready to sprint. A long shot, but it felt good anyway.
- Extra garden patrol duties (until I got called back!), especially the need to stand by the tree I saw Squirrel run up during his first escape.
To add the vital element of surprise on enemy Squirrel, I decided it was well worth waking my human up earlier every morning with power nose-jabs and bruise-worthy nudges to ensure she opened the garden door for my additional Birdhouse checks.
Birdhouse Watching was never the same again…Humpf!
It started to drive my human nuts!