An Observation of The American Tree Rat…

We have not seen a Squirrel in the four years we have lived on this rocky hill within throwing distance of Comanche Peak. I read that they don’t care for Cedar trees or rocks, which we have in abundance.
A few months ago, I was sitting in my recliner, gazing at the bird feeders and waiting for the mailman to pop something in our box, and “bam,” there’s a giant female Squirrel chomping down on our unique “good stuff” birdseed. I was shocked but excited to see her; I love Squirrels, even though they are destructive little critters. My friend, Mooch, lost most of his lawnchair cushions to a pack of them, and they chewed the railing on his deck like notches in a pistol handle. He plugged a few with his Daisy pellet gun, and the rest of the pack got the message and split the scene.
My wife tolerates Squirrels; she doesn’t share the love of them as I do. When we lived in DeCordova Estates, our home was surrounded by large Oak trees, their preferred dwelling. I had a semi-pet Squirrel named Daisy that I hand-fed peanuts to while sitting on my deck, drinking coffee or an adult beverage. If I was slow in feeding her, she barked and chattered. She bit me only once. My wife, MoMo, reminded me that the little darlings will wreak havoc around our property. I scoffed at her warning.
Now we have two older baby Squirrels visiting the bird feeders. Mama shows up, gives them proper directions, and points out which nuts are the best. It’s a cute scene, right out of a Disney movie, before they went wokie.
I sit in my recliner, transfixed, watching their antics, observing the table manners of the animal kingdom.
I checked the feeders this morning around daybreak and discovered widespread structural damage around the bird cafe. The Squirrels have chewed the plastic on one hanging feeder, chewed the wood sides on the other two, and are working on my nice horizontal fence, adding notches to the rails. MoMo was right; they are destructive little rats and are wreaking havoc at the “LaLa Seed Cafe.” I plan to buy some Planters Cashews and see if I can strike a truce.
The Squirrels of Havoc have struck.
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Correct!
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That’s about as squirrelly of a post as I have read in a while.
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I had a friend “back in the day” who hunted squirrels, cleaned them, and stuffed his freezer full of them. I think he ate squirrel for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 🙂
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Cool scene, Phil. Yeah, I enjoy the squirrels who raid the bird feeder in my backyard, I just wish they wouldn’t insist on knocking it off its branch before they leave. I also enjoy, from my backyard patio, the chipmunks, groundhogs, multiple varieties of birds of course, and the occasional deer that venture down from the woods beyond the backyard. In lieu of people who can be damn ornery creatures, I enjoy my animal friends who remind me that we are all creatures of the same creation, no politics or pomp and circumstance, and no bullshit.
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There is nothing good to be said about the devil’s spawn.
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Well, be careful. I’ve not seen this personally, you understand, but on the Internet, you can find pictures of squirrels wearing combat fatigues and carrying miniature versions of automatic weapons. Squirrels are another reason I leave the black snake alone.
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