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Horrible Horrace and his recently made family of squirrels have decided that it wasn't enough to remove 8 tons of gravel from our garden over a 10year period, he and his family are now digging into the newly replaced HUGE slate pieces and stealing those too!
They have their little hands around a big bit, turning it in their tiny mouths, leaving a lick mark around its circumference until they find that perfect spot to clamp their tiny jaws around it and hop over the six foot fence to goodness knows where? Squirrels, as you may know, make drays up high in trees to live in and can have a couple of litters a year. Well, make that 4 litters for Mrs. Horrace! We now have 14 squirrels and each is as cheeky as it's parents, some stay in the garden area and some move away to nearby woodland. Horrace originally came from said woodland, but now, in his old age, he prefers to stay around our garden and do lots of chasing and yelling.
We think he is making a retirement villiage with all our slate and gravel. It must be a few stories high by now and very secure and exceptionally weather proof. It has to be big enough to have a nursey and a large pantry for storing nuts and seeds as well as a big kitchen for family dinners. Horrace has always been a thin squirrel and I see in his offspring the same manners of those in his likeness - the fat ones are usually the women, with tiny pink nipples poking out of their fur. They don't waste time removing gravel and slate or burying some of it in ManSlaves potato patch! Nope, the squirrel women really do concentrate on making babies and bringing them up not to be scared of us. They sit, brazenly along the fence, just above the plastic roof, chattering at us and we at them. The excitement makes the air electric and it is usually the squirrels who break the stare!
Years ago we had Topsy and Bimbo. Horrible Horrace would thrash Topsy and pull out his fur. Topsy was a brave squirrel and would thrash Horrace back. However, Horrace still stole his wife and they set up home together leaving Topsy to retreat to the woodland, tail between his legs. Bimbo was a good mother and nursed many babies into the world, but one cold winter, she didn't come for food and we have not seen her since - probably starved due to Horrace burying gravel instead of food. This is when ManSlave started to put out sunflower hearts especially for them as they are rich in protein and fat. Since then, our population has grown exponentially. Momma worms them too, crushing panacur into a fine powder and coating the seeds and nuts. They sure are healthy squirrels health wise and genetically, possibly a bit inbred!
We love having them about. They are fun and comical and keep us entertained for hours on end. We all respect each others boundaries and accept that we can not chase them further than the edges of our CatPod and they, in turn, pull faces and blow raspberries as they race off across the branches into the wilderness. They need us and we enjoy them. Our garden looks like the opening scenes of Bambie. Sweet birds, frogs, newts, mice, hedgehogs and our precious family of Sciuridae and the not so precious, but equally beautiful, rats who eat the eggs and steal babies. We are blessed and know that we are helping, in a small way, to improve our environment and keep our wildlife safe in a world where hoomans are forgetting to look up and see nature. Our haven is very special to us and as entertainment - it is gets top billing!
They have their little hands around a big bit, turning it in their tiny mouths, leaving a lick mark around its circumference until they find that perfect spot to clamp their tiny jaws around it and hop over the six foot fence to goodness knows where? Squirrels, as you may know, make drays up high in trees to live in and can have a couple of litters a year. Well, make that 4 litters for Mrs. Horrace! We now have 14 squirrels and each is as cheeky as it's parents, some stay in the garden area and some move away to nearby woodland. Horrace originally came from said woodland, but now, in his old age, he prefers to stay around our garden and do lots of chasing and yelling.
We think he is making a retirement villiage with all our slate and gravel. It must be a few stories high by now and very secure and exceptionally weather proof. It has to be big enough to have a nursey and a large pantry for storing nuts and seeds as well as a big kitchen for family dinners. Horrace has always been a thin squirrel and I see in his offspring the same manners of those in his likeness - the fat ones are usually the women, with tiny pink nipples poking out of their fur. They don't waste time removing gravel and slate or burying some of it in ManSlaves potato patch! Nope, the squirrel women really do concentrate on making babies and bringing them up not to be scared of us. They sit, brazenly along the fence, just above the plastic roof, chattering at us and we at them. The excitement makes the air electric and it is usually the squirrels who break the stare!
Years ago we had Topsy and Bimbo. Horrible Horrace would thrash Topsy and pull out his fur. Topsy was a brave squirrel and would thrash Horrace back. However, Horrace still stole his wife and they set up home together leaving Topsy to retreat to the woodland, tail between his legs. Bimbo was a good mother and nursed many babies into the world, but one cold winter, she didn't come for food and we have not seen her since - probably starved due to Horrace burying gravel instead of food. This is when ManSlave started to put out sunflower hearts especially for them as they are rich in protein and fat. Since then, our population has grown exponentially. Momma worms them too, crushing panacur into a fine powder and coating the seeds and nuts. They sure are healthy squirrels health wise and genetically, possibly a bit inbred!
We love having them about. They are fun and comical and keep us entertained for hours on end. We all respect each others boundaries and accept that we can not chase them further than the edges of our CatPod and they, in turn, pull faces and blow raspberries as they race off across the branches into the wilderness. They need us and we enjoy them. Our garden looks like the opening scenes of Bambie. Sweet birds, frogs, newts, mice, hedgehogs and our precious family of Sciuridae and the not so precious, but equally beautiful, rats who eat the eggs and steal babies. We are blessed and know that we are helping, in a small way, to improve our environment and keep our wildlife safe in a world where hoomans are forgetting to look up and see nature. Our haven is very special to us and as entertainment - it is gets top billing!
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