Fred The Ground Squirrel lived in Lolo, MT, all his life. This is the story of "The Murder of Fred."
Fred lived on an empty lot in a dirt mound next to my house. When we moved into our home I delighted in watching all the little critters that inhabited the surrounding area. There were lots of ground squirrels. (Aka gophers.)
That spring a construction crew started a new home on the lot next to my house. I enjoyed watching the daily progress as they poured the foundation and put up walls, etc.
One day a construction worker brought his compound bow to work and was showing it off to the other guys. I was sitting at the living room window and watching the critters scampering around in the sunshine. That's when I noticed the guy standing there with his bow, string drawn taut and aiming at something.
At first I thought he was posing. Then I turned my head and saw Fred on the dirt mound, sitting in the sun and eating flowers and grass. All of a sudden my brain kicked in and told me to look away because I did not want to see what was about to happen. (I believe in trying to do no harm to all creatures.)
When I looked back I saw the man going over to the mound where Fred had been and watched as he wiped the blood off his arrow. Oh, poor Fred. I hope he did not suffer. I was sickened over what had just taken place.
Being a city girl, I was very upset and began crying. I called my husband at work and told him that one of the construction guys had just "murdered" a gopher.
To his credit, he did not laugh at me. Hubby grew up on a farm, he knew gophers were a nuisance to farmers and ranchers. He explained that most people found gophers and ground squirrels to be pests and tried to eradicate them.
So, I decided if I gave all the back yard critters names, no one should be able to kill them. Since they all looked the same, I named them all Fred! Thus, we have a whole hillside full of Freds and Fredrickas. Along with lots of Bun-Buns and Bambi's, and even a Bob-the-Cat.
I just wanted to post a memorial to Fred - The ground squirrel who loved sunshine, grasses and flowers.
Note: I do not intend to demean any memorials and tributes to our ancestors by posting this memorial.
Thank you for visiting.
Fred lived on an empty lot in a dirt mound next to my house. When we moved into our home I delighted in watching all the little critters that inhabited the surrounding area. There were lots of ground squirrels. (Aka gophers.)
That spring a construction crew started a new home on the lot next to my house. I enjoyed watching the daily progress as they poured the foundation and put up walls, etc.
One day a construction worker brought his compound bow to work and was showing it off to the other guys. I was sitting at the living room window and watching the critters scampering around in the sunshine. That's when I noticed the guy standing there with his bow, string drawn taut and aiming at something.
At first I thought he was posing. Then I turned my head and saw Fred on the dirt mound, sitting in the sun and eating flowers and grass. All of a sudden my brain kicked in and told me to look away because I did not want to see what was about to happen. (I believe in trying to do no harm to all creatures.)
When I looked back I saw the man going over to the mound where Fred had been and watched as he wiped the blood off his arrow. Oh, poor Fred. I hope he did not suffer. I was sickened over what had just taken place.
Being a city girl, I was very upset and began crying. I called my husband at work and told him that one of the construction guys had just "murdered" a gopher.
To his credit, he did not laugh at me. Hubby grew up on a farm, he knew gophers were a nuisance to farmers and ranchers. He explained that most people found gophers and ground squirrels to be pests and tried to eradicate them.
So, I decided if I gave all the back yard critters names, no one should be able to kill them. Since they all looked the same, I named them all Fred! Thus, we have a whole hillside full of Freds and Fredrickas. Along with lots of Bun-Buns and Bambi's, and even a Bob-the-Cat.
I just wanted to post a memorial to Fred - The ground squirrel who loved sunshine, grasses and flowers.
Note: I do not intend to demean any memorials and tributes to our ancestors by posting this memorial.
Thank you for visiting.
Fred The Ground Squirrel lived in Lolo, MT, all his life. This is the story of "The Murder of Fred."
Fred lived on an empty lot in a dirt mound next to my house. When we moved into our home I delighted in watching all the little critters that inhabited the surrounding area. There were lots of ground squirrels. (Aka gophers.)
That spring a construction crew started a new home on the lot next to my house. I enjoyed watching the daily progress as they poured the foundation and put up walls, etc.
One day a construction worker brought his compound bow to work and was showing it off to the other guys. I was sitting at the living room window and watching the critters scampering around in the sunshine. That's when I noticed the guy standing there with his bow, string drawn taut and aiming at something.
At first I thought he was posing. Then I turned my head and saw Fred on the dirt mound, sitting in the sun and eating flowers and grass. All of a sudden my brain kicked in and told me to look away because I did not want to see what was about to happen. (I believe in trying to do no harm to all creatures.)
When I looked back I saw the man going over to the mound where Fred had been and watched as he wiped the blood off his arrow. Oh, poor Fred. I hope he did not suffer. I was sickened over what had just taken place.
Being a city girl, I was very upset and began crying. I called my husband at work and told him that one of the construction guys had just "murdered" a gopher.
To his credit, he did not laugh at me. Hubby grew up on a farm, he knew gophers were a nuisance to farmers and ranchers. He explained that most people found gophers and ground squirrels to be pests and tried to eradicate them.
So, I decided if I gave all the back yard critters names, no one should be able to kill them. Since they all looked the same, I named them all Fred! Thus, we have a whole hillside full of Freds and Fredrickas. Along with lots of Bun-Buns and Bambi's, and even a Bob-the-Cat.
I just wanted to post a memorial to Fred - The ground squirrel who loved sunshine, grasses and flowers.
Note: I do not intend to demean any memorials and tributes to our ancestors by posting this memorial.
Thank you for visiting.
Fred lived on an empty lot in a dirt mound next to my house. When we moved into our home I delighted in watching all the little critters that inhabited the surrounding area. There were lots of ground squirrels. (Aka gophers.)
That spring a construction crew started a new home on the lot next to my house. I enjoyed watching the daily progress as they poured the foundation and put up walls, etc.
One day a construction worker brought his compound bow to work and was showing it off to the other guys. I was sitting at the living room window and watching the critters scampering around in the sunshine. That's when I noticed the guy standing there with his bow, string drawn taut and aiming at something.
At first I thought he was posing. Then I turned my head and saw Fred on the dirt mound, sitting in the sun and eating flowers and grass. All of a sudden my brain kicked in and told me to look away because I did not want to see what was about to happen. (I believe in trying to do no harm to all creatures.)
When I looked back I saw the man going over to the mound where Fred had been and watched as he wiped the blood off his arrow. Oh, poor Fred. I hope he did not suffer. I was sickened over what had just taken place.
Being a city girl, I was very upset and began crying. I called my husband at work and told him that one of the construction guys had just "murdered" a gopher.
To his credit, he did not laugh at me. Hubby grew up on a farm, he knew gophers were a nuisance to farmers and ranchers. He explained that most people found gophers and ground squirrels to be pests and tried to eradicate them.
So, I decided if I gave all the back yard critters names, no one should be able to kill them. Since they all looked the same, I named them all Fred! Thus, we have a whole hillside full of Freds and Fredrickas. Along with lots of Bun-Buns and Bambi's, and even a Bob-the-Cat.
I just wanted to post a memorial to Fred - The ground squirrel who loved sunshine, grasses and flowers.
Note: I do not intend to demean any memorials and tributes to our ancestors by posting this memorial.
Thank you for visiting.
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