Squirrels are cute, clever, furry, and a symbol of fall.However, spring is OK with them too and I have a feeling that now they are busily procreating. Squirrels flourish, no matter what the season.
Squirrels are acrobatic opportunists who can be a real nuisance. For instance, they gallop across my roof sounding like a herd of horses. They steal the seeds I put out for the birds, they rob the nests of birds and there are times that I would really like to be rid of them. Being cute and entertaining are their only saving graces; however, I’m not convinced their good points outweigh the bad.
In Minnesota, squirrels are just as much a bother as they are here in Arkansas. So much so, that my brother the scientist decided to try a little experiment. He started trapping the squirrels that came to his bird feeder. He noticed that about four squirrels at a time would come to the feeder. When he captured a squirrel in his live trap, he painted each furry bottom with red spray paint. Then, he took the squirrel about eight miles from his home and turned it loose in the woods. The object of the paint was to determine whether the squirrels would return. None did. He trapped and painted eight squirrels, grew tired, and gave up. I don’t blame the squirrels for not returning. Probably other squirrels made fun of them and giggled while pointing at their bright bottoms.
I don’t have a live trap, nor do I have the patience to catch a tree rodent, paint it, and relocate it in a place far, far away. I suppose I’ll just put up with their thievery and ornery ways. These squirrels who inhabit my yard don’t know how lucky they are. They’ll go through life with their derrieres unchanged. I wonder if those two-toned Minnesota squirrels will spawn a new generation of red rumped babies?
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