Ellie has a few places in the garden where she is sure to get in some good hunting. Under our deck, in the crevices between the rock wall, and near the firewood pile are apparently hot spots of small creature activity.
The area near our side shade garden is of particular fondness for her. I look at it and to me it's just a nice lush patch of green, but to her it's party central.
Right near this garden is big oak tree that both squirrels and chipmunks climb up. They dig in the garden and then make a beeline for safety in the tree. So I guess logistically it's perfect for them (I'm trying to think like a varmit I guess).
There seems to be one particular squirrel that isn't afraid of Ellie and instead usually makes chirping noises at her. He sees Ellie, runs half way up the tree just out of reach of Ellie and then taunts her.
See him here. He stayed in this position for quite some time - yelling at Ellie in squirrel speak and waving his little paws around.
Can't say I blame him because right below him was this.

Yup -- that's my devilish little terrier doing what she does best.

























