My day began when our nameless black cat sauntered up to the back door just as I was letting the dogs out around sunrise, with a limp baby rabbit clenched in between her jaws and it's eyes wide open as if begging me to help. Ironically, I'd feared for our cat's safety when I let her out for the night on Friday the 13th. I guess seeing the catch of the day comes with the territory of owning a domestic cat. And at least this time I stopped her before she brought it inside, scarfing down everything except the cotton ball tail and some sort of innard that I assumed would've been a delicacy. There was no saving the helpless rabbit, despite still being warm upon delivery. Too much detail? Sorry. I'm the type who watched Kevin Ware's injury on YouTube. Look it up, but consider yourself warned. And yes, I'm a female sports fan, too.
Here's Peter with a baby American Robin my girls named "Peck."
Any guesses on what our other memorable wildlife find was below? I found it burrowed down in the grass, seeking refuge from my dogs' curious pawing and from the sounds of their piercing barks. After some detective work by way of Google, I discovered that the gerbil-like creature wasn't a typical squirrel, but a flying squirrel. I was like a girl on Christmas morning!