My little dog Jack forsook me on Tuesday afternoon, in favor of digging several holes under the squirrel feeder in the back yard. He came running as I was coming up the driveway. Stood with front paws on the little curb along the back edge of the carport. THEN, after looking over his shoulder, tail wagging, when he heard the garage door go up... Jack jumped over the side, and ran to the feeder.
I stopped to watch. Jack was interested in something underground. He'd dig frantically, then stick his head in the hole. Dig some more. Listen. Dig a little to the side. He kept digging. Sticking his head in. A couple times, it looked like he had something in his mouth. Like he was chewing. Then he'd dig some more, deeper. At one time, he had his whole head and shoulders underground. All I could think of was baby moles. Jack does enjoy a tasty baby mole every now and then.
I guess Jack didn't get all the critters out of their underground lair. He did the same thing on Wednesday afternoon, except for the frantic digging. Jack walked in a wide circle around the feeder. Tilting his head like he was listening. I tried to get a picture, but he was roaming every time I tried to snap it.
Farmer H has been filling the feeders, even though his buddy has not been back to harvest the squirrels. In fact, Farmer H complained that "Them deer must be eatin" the corn out of the squirrel feeders! It keeps disappearin'."
I think something else is eating it. Like whatever is in that tunnel. Maybe just eating what gets spilled out onto the ground by the squirrels. I don't know if rabbits and moles can stand up high enough to eat out of the feeder.
At least Jack has found a new pastime to keep his mind off being the only dog here at the Mansion. He must enjoy it quite a bit, because he didn't even bother to come to the kitchen door for a treat of grease bread and pork chop bone.
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