Another glorious morning.
Sun shining from a cloudless blue sky, gentle breeze ruffling through the trees, birds in the garden forming an orderly queue to use the newly refilled bird bath......
All was delightfully peaceful until an unearthly squawking shattered the calm and prompted both Small Dog and I to hurry out into the garden to see what was occurring, fearing that internecine warfare had broken out between rival gangs of magpies and crows.
However, I was astonished to discover that the raucous racket was coming from a lone squirrel, perched on top of the fence, gesticulating wildly and obviously in a right strop.
Small Dog was instantly galvanised into action and threw herself up the steps, barking her head off, in an attempt to give chase, adding her own vocal contribution to the mix. The squirrel merely threw her a contemptuous glance and disappeared down the other side of the fence, leaving Small Dog to prance around, sniffing furiously and grumbling under her breath.
I've never heard a squirrel make such a horrendous noise before and haven't a clue what all the fuss was about.
Unless it just wanted to torment Small Dog......