Oak Street Turf
Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!
The squirrelionni family had returned and the neighborhood was ablaze with chatter.
Raven and I watched from a distance as they tossed squatters from the home they inhabited before their disappearance.
We had assumed they had ratted out the big cheese and then fled under the WITSEC program, yet here they were bigger than life with little regard for the law.
Wasting little time they began to clean the old-growth cavity the squatters had disrespected for nearly a year.
Shortly afterward the parade of black vehicles began to arrive spilling out the extended family of them.
Raven had been my best friend since flight school, we were an unlikely match being falcon and blackbird, but it worked for us.
We knew life was about to get tough once more, this time we had no intention of playing nice.
This was our little patch of heaven to protect.
