I normally use my own photos or pictures that I’ve created. I can’t take credit for this one but I had to use it because it’s so funny. I wish I knew the source so I could acknowledge them.
Posts tagged ‘Squirrel’
One morning Stephen called me to come downstairs with our dog Dewey so he could look out the front window. A petite woman was across the street walking her 60 pound dog. Dewey loves to look out the window and bark, so it was a perfect start to his day. Before I finished setting him in the bay window, he was barking.
The lady had stopped next to a tree where a squirrel was taunting her dog. The dog was bouncing around the base of the tree looking straight up. We couldn’t see the squirrel, but clearly he could. During the course of 10 minutes, the woman made several attempts to leave with her dog, but he kept pulling her back to the tree. She would try to distract him, they’d walk a few feet and then the dog would drag his owner back.
Upon hearing Dewey’s incessant barking, the lady looked over to our house whereupon we smiled and waved. She reciprocated. Like voyeurs, we were unable to take our eyes off the scene. While waiting for her dog to lose interest in the squirrel, she passed the time with her phone. Attempting to distract the dog again, she made it as far as 20 feet whereupon the dog pulled his owner back to the tree. At one point, when neighborhood dogs started barking, she enticed her dog to move toward the noise. Again after walking about 20 feet, he turned back to the tree, dragging his owner behind.
Maybe tired of standing around or perhaps thinking we were bored with the scene, the lady finally picked her dog up and carried him. We couldn’t stop laughing watching this tiny woman waddle away toting a dog that was nearly as big as her.
When it was all over, we realized this was not only the perfect start to Dewey’s day, but ours as well.
May the farce be with you!
One more thing. Dewey’s an Italian Greyhound, a breed of dog that’s notoriously quiet. Dewey’s an exception to that rule. Here he is hoping to find his own squirrel.
Chicago’s criminal ties are fascinating. Illinois has more than their fair share of imprisoned politicians, many of whom originate from Chicago.
Additionally, area history is rich with stories about organized crime. Al Capone and John Dillinger both hail from Chicago – two well known names from a long list.
Regardless of which side of the law they’re on, Chicagoans have a certain way of taking care of business. If someone needs something done, locals inevitably “gotta guy”.
This flavor, this way of life, even extends to the animal kingdom.
One of my most memorable stories has become known as “The War Between The Crowvanos and Squirrelionis”.
Stephen and I were in our front yard watching a squirrel run across the cul-de-sac. Out of nowhere, a crow swooped down and grabbed him by the tail. As the crow tried to fly off, the furry little guy kicked and squirmed himself free.
Back on the ground, the squirrel cursed the black winged devil, begging for another altercation. The crow responded with two more attacks.
Between the bird’s own fatigue and the squirrel’s resistance, the crow dropped the bushy tailed beast sooner each time. Victorious, the squirrel finally watched the crow fly away empty clawed.
As witnesses to this violent exchange, we knew we were in for life. Seeing the actions the animals took against each other made us wary of what they might do to us.
We’ve treated our four legged and feathered friends like family every since, offering only the best quality food to fill our 60 lb. feeder.
No sweat though, we buy the seed at a good price ’cause we gotta guy.
May the farce be with you!
The other morning I was looking out the window to my backyard and saw a squirrel in the bird feeder. A couple of minutes later a flock of ducks (maybe 16 or so) landed and scared the squirrel away.
As the ducks were eating the seed that had fallen out of the feeder, the squirrel, clearly frustrated, started circling the flock. It was obvious that he wanted to eat but was afraid of the ducks (classic approach-avoidance).
Eventually, the squirrel took a risk and ran full blast into the flock scaring all the ducks except one. The remaining duck hunkered down when the others flew away but other than that he didn’t move. Once the dust settled, the lone sitting duck started eating again. Only this time, he didn’t have to compete for the food. The squirrel must have been traumatized because he didn’t resurface.
In reflecting on this wonderfully entertaining exchange, I see a similarity to my own situation. As you know from earlier stories I have experienced some anxiety in moving from Human Resources to writing. I have been very much like that squirrel circling to get in, to get the prize.
I am happy to report that today I feel like the sitting duck. Somewhat vulnerable yet confident in taking the risk and standing alone. Why this sudden change?
I am now being paid to write! I am a Human Resources writer for the Chicago edition of examiner.com, another step toward a career in writing.
I’m sure there will still be times I feel like the squirrel, but I’m reveling in being a duck today.
P.S. If you want to read my articles, they can be found at examiner.com under Business News and then Careers and Workplace or you can go directly to my page at http://www.examiner.com/human-resources-in-chicago/pam-waits. Initially, I will be posting two articles per week.
What victories (large or small) are you celebrating?