Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wounded. 266/365

I was happy to see my favorite squirrel today. I only recognize him by the way he rests on his belly. Today though I noticed he's been wounded. Luckily for him (and me) he's healing up nicely, but I wonder what's been after him. He has a friend with far greater wounds than this, so there's definitely something hunting squirrels in my back yard.

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