With my keen sense of smell afforded by my large, black button nose, and my hawk-like sight, I spied the squirrel . . . Sure, I took my time tracking it . . . plotting the best possible line of attack . . . and feeling the hunger for rodent meat rise in my throat. Then POW!!! I was off like a shot! (For the sake of decency, I cropped this video short of it's tragic conclusion.) Hallie
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