Setting herself up in a hunting blind of hostas and violets, Tiny draws a bead on a gray squirrel munching on tasty young samaras high above in the Silver Maple, whose romancing late-winter flowers have been fruitful and multiplied.
Offspring of the feral beauty Sweet Pea -- AKA The Squirrel Slayer -- our own Sweet Tiny Pea and her brother Baby "have slain reckless squirrels at the base of this very tree on occasion," we wrote a few years back, "even as they were constrained by their tethers. Knowing this, the squirrels like to play 'chicken', testing their mettle by taunting the Chelsea Grays."
Tiny is sporting such beautiful luminous eyes this Spring!
I'll have to buy Bree glow-in-the-dark contacts to keep up. ;)
Posted by: pam | May 09, 2008 at 01:13 PM
Tiny thy name is concentration.
Posted by: goomp | May 09, 2008 at 02:26 PM
That face could launch a thousand smiles of pure ecstasy!
What a gal!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | May 12, 2008 at 01:41 PM
I think this is my favorite "Tiny" series evah! If you need/want more gray squirrels - some quite fat and catchable - I will gladly bring them down to Chelsea-by-the-sea! :-)
Posted by: plum | May 12, 2008 at 04:25 PM