Today it’s just raining regular rain. But yesterday a squirrel fell from the sky! Right as I stepped out onto my deck, a squirrel fell from somewhere above my roof to the cement below my deck. All four of its little legs flailed wildly as it tried to grab onto the cedar branches. It couldn’t get ahold of one so it fell all the way to the ground. I ran to the edge the deck and looked over, afraid I would see a splatter of squirrel below. The cement was empty. Apparently they can fall from 20+ feet and just get right up and continue on with their business.
Lately, their business has involved a lot of begging. I stopped giving them peanuts because they’re making such a mess on my deck with the shells. Some of them are eating the corn and sunflower seeds I put out but others pose outside my windows, looking as cute, hungry, helpless and irresistible as possible.
Even Don, who spent a good portion of one Saturday scraping peanut shells out from in between all the boards on the deck, can’t say no to the little critters. It’s kind of a problem and it becomes an even bigger problem when it’s warm enough to leave the door open because so many of them come inside looking for food. Smarty had to chase one out of the dining room yesterday.
I fear I spoiled last year’s babies a little too much. While many squirrels move on in the spring, I kind of doubt last year’s young ones are going anywhere. I wonder what my yard will look like when the new babies join the bunch. It might really look like it’s been raining squirrels!