Small and determined, the rosy finch stood her ground against the advancing squirrel. Her round body braced as she gripped the branch and chirped a warning at him. Between her and the squirrel's breakfast stood sat her nest. If that squirrel wanted to ransack the bird feeder, it was going to have to go another route.
The squirrel, playing innocent, switched his tail to and fro. Eyes glinting as he stared past the finch at the newly filled bird feeder, tantalizing him with fresh seeds. He inched forward with tiny hops, but the finch wouldn't budge.
He was bigger than she was, but one should never underestimate the wrath of a new mother. That much he knew.