This weekend I read an article about a squirrel that got fat on bird feed. I couldn’t help but laugh, as I know first hand what it’s like to have the unwelcome gluttonous guest in my garden.
Cute as they may be, the squirrels in our part of town will stop at nothing. They dig out bulbs, tear down unripe fruit (sometimes they manage to pick off an entire persimmon or fig tree in a matter of a couple of hours) and eat their way through plastic bins we use for storing chicken feed. Once, they even tore into my son’s backpack, pulled out his lunchbox, tore open the zipper and made their way through the food pyramid!
Fortunately, my husband is the founder of the Squirrel Relocation Program. He traps them, holds them in their cell overnight and transports them to a new location very far away the following morning. I only worry they might confuse the trunk for the… facilities.
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