Rancho marauder

Actually, I’ve got them spooked. When I see them dangling from the bird feeders, trying to avoid the work of cracking their own nuts, all I have to do is unlock the sliding glass door to the patio. They drop and run. Heh.

And they better, or I might get me a pellet pistol and start potting these “limb rats” for an occasional meal, like the daily’s columnist Mike Leggett.