Friday, April 24, 2015
The Great Dove Hunter
As mentioned previously, this is our fourth year that we have spent some time in my sister’s backyard….and each year I have talked about the Great Squirrel Hunters who strike out each year. The first year, I even faked a few people out with a ‘Stuffed Toy Squirrel’ that the Great Squirrel Hunters had caught. Well, I wish this one was a joke…but it is not.
I spent some time taking pictures of birds and squirrels yesterday. I don’t think this is the one that was killed…it is bigger than the unfortunate Dove. About 90 minutes later, while I am resting in the motorhome in my recliner, and I hear some barking going on outside in my ‘daydreams’…..I hear Arny come out through the sliding screen door, and then he says, “OH OH! We have a dead Dove!” I shoot through the door…well, shoot is not the appropriate words to describe my careful climb down…just as he covers the garbage can after disposing of the bird. There are feathers here, there, and over there….
So, have you guessed which of these cute little things is now known as the “Great Dove Hunter”? I gave you a clue….it is the barker…yep, my little Skruffy girl.
BUT WAIT, everyone deserves a trail before being found guilty, aren’t they?
Fact One: Over the years, Doves have been swiftly killed and taken by Hawks. Most of the time there are only feathers left, but they have found dead Doves under the tree too.
Fact Two: I did think that I caught a fast moving bird earlier that day, but I did not get a look at it. At the time, I figured it was a Hawk.
Fact Three: Arny found said dog standing over the dead Dove.
Fact Four: Arny and I pulled a dove feather from just under her mouth.
Verdict: Skruffy likes to sit under the front of the motorhome to ‘watch’ things. “IF” a Dove was hit by a Hawk and they both went to the ground, she would have bounced out from under the RV, around the tree’s trunk and there she would have scared off the Hawk and been left with the Dove. Not having caught a bird or a squirrel before, she barked, she played with the Dove, even, perhaps, gave it a good bite or two. This action would have spread the feathers in and around the tree. And remember, Skruffy is not a quiet dog…she is a loud, barking dog. I just can’t see her sneaking up on a Dove, or a Squirrel, or a Rat…each of which we have seen her chase, but never before getting close enough to catch. However, “if” a Dove did not see her under that RV, and wandered too close, and turned its back….perhaps….but I just don’t think she has the patience to wait until it turns its back.
“You think I did WHAT? Who, ME???? See how short these legs are, they can’t catch anything! Every time I run my belly tickles from the grass hitting it!! And what’s this about a feather near my mouth???? Heck, I was just sniffing the grass and there it was, some dumb ole bird….Hey, I’m not the only dog in this backyard!”
“She said she left me a ‘fresh one’ around here somewhere…..Oh that Skruffy, I just don’t know when to trust what she says.”