Not again?

I am not a killer at heart.  I'm really not.  But it's time.  It's squirrel huntin' time in Dallas when they chew up my pillows and yank the stuffing out for their nests.  Never mind it's an intelligent idea--the consequences around here are a pellet shot to the head and a trip to the trash can in the back.  I give you Exhibit A:  what you cannot see is all the rips underneath the second pillow, and all the bird poop.

 I personally went and got the pellet gun and handed it off, as Sis hopped backwards, tail dancing, thrilled down to her toenails for what was about to take place.  The current score is squirrels 0, us 1, but they are taking a break now to do other chores.  It's not over, squirrels.  Don't think for a second it is.  It's NOT.

On the way home from breakfast, we saw a gorgeous hawk sailing on the thermals above NW Highway.  I could have pulled over and watched for hours.  Flight is something that just awes me.  I don't like birds much but I do enjoy watching them.

Before I close, I would be remiss if I did not tell you to go on youtube to the Ellen show and watch her hold  the Anaconda.  Do NOT watch with a full bladder.  Just sayin'.