I saw them a few weeks ago scampering across the edge of the roof and decided to ignore them. I choose not to recall my brother’s stories of squirrels getting into his attic and chewing on electrical wires. Zap! Serves them right.
My brother lives in a wooded area and I live and garden on a former farm field. He should have squirrels, I should not.
But I do.
There’s no denying them on the bird feeder or posing on top of the post from which the bird feeder hangs.
Bird feeder. Not squirrel feeder. Don’t they know the difference?
Apparently not, or the difference doesn’t matter to them. It is food, and they are hungry.
Sciurus carolinensis, the gray squirrels.