I saw a squirrel attacked by a large crow the other day. I think the squirrel, who was on the small side, was poking around something the crow thought of as his food source. In the middle of the road. The crow chased after the squirrel, got ahold of it’s tail in it’s evil crow claws, and lifted it off the ground. He couldn’t hold it for long, and dropped it, at which point the squirrel got away. Lucky for the crow, cuz I was in my car driving down my street, when I saw this, and I was in the process of pulling over to come to the squirrel’s rescue.

I’m not overly fond of birds.

Except for ducks. I like ducks.

It was a pretty quiet weekend.