“The squirrel—” Michelle’s outrage and alarm choked off her sentence, unfinished.
“What could it be doing now?” I thought.
It had to be something far worse than what it had just been doing: drinking out of the hummingbird feeder (see The Queen Must Die). After that, it scrambled around in the top of the cherry tree. At first, I thought it might be chasing the hummingbirds that gathered around another feeder there. Squirrels apparently raid bird nests to eat baby birds. As feisty as hummingbirds are, it wouldn’t surprise me much if squirrels hunted them.
Then Michelle gathered her composure and explained what she had just seen: the squirrel was eating the cherry blossom buds!
