27th
March
2017
The last line of defense
I think I deserve a medal. Or, at a minimum, a badge; just like back in Cub Scout days. A merit badge. You see, I’m the last line of defense against animals that are out of control (in my yard). Quite apart from the ongoing rodent taxi duties (another one today, after spending the afternoon in a holding cage), I added a rescue for a blue jay that got in over his head… literally.
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