It was pacing back and forth, scratching at the glass and making weird chittery noises. I was instantly reminded of those awful zombie movies. (You know, where the zombies surround your house and look for ways to get at the main characters!) I tapped the glass and it chittered at me but didn't go anywhere. This may be the point where sensible people call animal control or ghost busters - but not me. I went for the camera.
Have you ever tried to take a picture through a
Then to make matters worse, it's little buddy came down and started yelling at me too. Clearly they were planning an attack and I was already thinking how funny my obit was going to read. Thankfully we were all saved by a robin whose dive-bomb out of nowhere spooked the little savages and sent sent them scurrying off.
A heroic bird saved us the zombie squirrels.
Is it too early in the day to start drinking?