Me and the dog had to come inside. That last squirrel started to pray and the weather turned north as in colder and snowing, and just couldn’t shoot a praying squirrel. I’ve been tricked by a squirrel. AAAggggghhhh! Dang squirrel. Or maybe God said leave my praying squirrels alone. So am inside now. I quit for the day. When the squirrels start to pray, me and the moss have harvested enough for the day, me think.
Sounds like it. That squirrel probably had a nut in its furry paws and was feasting, not praying.
You'll get it next time.