Had a giant Elm tree next to my house, the entire house was under that tree. Squirrelzilla lived in that tree, he would run off any other Squirrel or Bird that even came close to his domain.

Every day when I'd come home from work and let the dog out, the Dog and Squirrel would face off. The Squirrel chattering from the porch roof and the Dog barking like crazy, sometimes for an hour or more.

One day that Squirrel got really manic and was hopping around like a Meth head on steroids, forgot where the roof ended and jumped right off the edge. Dog caught him in mid air, the last thing I ever saw of that Squirrel was his tail disappearing down that Dogs throat.

There has to be a moral to the story, darned if I know what it is. I do know I really enjoyed the silence.