The quiet morning shifted into high gear when Daisy charged the bird feeder. She had been under a bush watching. All the birds flew up. I thought it was all over and called her to come in. She had been out for several hours and I didn't want her to make another attempt to catch a bird-- I thought that's what she was doing. I called and called but she wouldn't budge from the base of the bird feeder pole.
I called in the other cats, put on my outside shoes, and went to get Daisy manually. She is usually good about coming in when I call her. Not this time. As I got closer to the bird feeder, I understood why. A squirrel was turning the air blue from inside the raccoon baffle. It had run up the pole to get away from Daisy and was trapped in the can. I wonder how long Daisy would have waited for the squirrel to come down. The squirrel's head appeared looking out from the bottom of the baffle four minutes after I brought Daisy inside.
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