CAT AND MOUSE SQUIRREL CONTROL
It’s funny how your mind can play tricks on you when you’re waiting in a hide. There you are, straining your hearing and testing your eyesight to the maximum for any sign of a squirrel. Sometimes hours can pass with not even the faintest hint of any quarry. Other times they pile in like buses, oblivious to the fate that awaits them.
On this occasion, I had only been in the hide for 20 minutes when one turned up. I had convinced myself that a grey conifer branch drooping down was in fact a squidger making his way down the trunk of a beautiful tree which is supporting my feeder.
You may recall from my last piece that a fair amount of work had taken place to find the right spot and set up a good position. Now that hard work was bearing fruit.
I quickly realised the branch was nothing more than that,
