Living in a heavily wooded area near a creek, we see all kinds of critters–foxes, snakes, wild turkeys, deer, skunks, opossums, raccoons, even groundhogs. Given that we live in a suburban neighborhood, this always surprises (and delights) me.
But I was a little spooked by what my son found over the weekend while he was raking leaves; with all due respect, I named him Rocky the Squirrel:
He was bright-eyed. He was even bushy-tailed. The only problem? He was dead. I couldn't help wondering what in THE world happened to him–he looked frozen and had no visible wounds.
In more than a few Southern counties, locals would've called him "dinner". Beats opossum road-kill any day of the week ;).