Cute wee blighters, but so blasted destructive.
They eat their way through every bird feeder, they herrie the wee birds nests, they dig up my planters to bury food, and one has just thought it's Christmas has come.
I popped a huge pan of popcorn early this morning, and I have left over Hallowe'en peanuts in their shells. I also picked up two boxes of cranberries in Tesco for 25p each, marked down at the end of the day.
So, I spent an hour this morning threading them all onto strings to hang out on the Rowan tree....well one string first because it's blowing a gale and it's pouring out there, again, too.
The string is no more.
There is an utterly ecstatic squirrel frantically bounding around the garden trying to find hidey holes where the magpies won't rob him of his treasures. He's stuffed his wee face into a severe case of mumps and he's in the throes of complete glee.
Now his mate has appeared, and after a standoff, they're both getting well and truly stuffed.
They've chased off the big bumbling woodpigeons, they've flyted at the moggie from across the street, they've braved next door's mutt, and there is no way on this green Earth that they are giving up their Christmas present.
Well, it lasted ten minutes on the tree. I'm disinclined to hang up the rest of the strands, but no idea how else to put them out.
They were supposed to last and be a sort of edible christmas decoration that the birds might nibble.
Squirrel food. Sod it.
M
They eat their way through every bird feeder, they herrie the wee birds nests, they dig up my planters to bury food, and one has just thought it's Christmas has come.
I popped a huge pan of popcorn early this morning, and I have left over Hallowe'en peanuts in their shells. I also picked up two boxes of cranberries in Tesco for 25p each, marked down at the end of the day.
So, I spent an hour this morning threading them all onto strings to hang out on the Rowan tree....well one string first because it's blowing a gale and it's pouring out there, again, too.
The string is no more.
There is an utterly ecstatic squirrel frantically bounding around the garden trying to find hidey holes where the magpies won't rob him of his treasures. He's stuffed his wee face into a severe case of mumps and he's in the throes of complete glee.
Now his mate has appeared, and after a standoff, they're both getting well and truly stuffed.
They've chased off the big bumbling woodpigeons, they've flyted at the moggie from across the street, they've braved next door's mutt, and there is no way on this green Earth that they are giving up their Christmas present.
Well, it lasted ten minutes on the tree. I'm disinclined to hang up the rest of the strands, but no idea how else to put them out.
They were supposed to last and be a sort of edible christmas decoration that the birds might nibble.
Squirrel food. Sod it.
M