Location, Location, Location

Some very unscrupulous real estate agents have given some very bad advice to a family of squirrels in our neighborhood. You see, they have built their nest in the top of a very spindly carrotwood tree in the middle of my back yard. Let me rephrase that- her back yard ( see photo below).

This is Spirit, my very active, determined and lethal Chesapeake Bay Retriever. Nothing and I mean nothing, lives for more that ten minutes if it walks, climbs, or falls in her yard. This also includes the first six feet of air space above ground as well.

I see the squirrels here fall out of trees and off power lines all the time when they are racing about and playing. I have this sick feeling that any baby squirrels way up in that tree that venture out to play, will not live to see puberty.

She already knows they are there. I can see her pacing the ground under the tree with her nose in the air. I suppose it's too late to talk them into moving to a safer neighborhood, they will probably loose their escrow deposit.