One day I was flipping through Facebook posts when a friend commented “So I am sitting on my deck reading and enjoying a glass of vino when a frickin’ squirrel drops a frickin’ acorn directly into my glass! Really Mr. Squirrel! I could not do that if I tried!”
Now, I am not the type of person who can let this type of comment pass, it just gets the mind rolling on the possibilities on how this story could have progressed……
What if Carol had picked up the acorn after it was nicely wine soaked and thrown it back at the squirrel? Would the squirrel have discarded it as “damaged” goods, not worthy of storage? Would it have taken the acorn into its mouth and carried it back to store? Would it have held the acorn, licking the wine off it?
If the squirrel carried the nut in its mouth or licked it clean, would the wine have inebriated the squirrel. Would Carol have then been entertained by a drunk squirrel staggering about on her lawn? What if the drunken squirrel climbed the tree for more acorns and in its drunken state staggered a cross a limb and fell out of the tree and into her class of wine?
What would the mental state of a drunken squirrel be, especially after falling from the tree and into the glass of wine? Would it have been a friendly, happy drunk or an angry, hostile squirrel?
My thought is, the next time Carol is sitting under a tree drinking a glass of wine, she should keep on hand extra treats in case an angry, drunken squirrel lands in her wine glass. Let’s face it, most wild animals turn happier when fed. Maybe a bowl of wine for its drinking pleasure would be a good idea.
While I have only been living in an RV for a little over a month, Paul has been enjoying this life for a year now and has shared some wildlife dilemmas he has encountered. Depending on where in the story you are, the experiences can be perceived as frustrating or funny, possible even fearful and confusing for the creatures involved.
The first incident was when Paul was staying in a campsite and continuously heard something running back and forth on the top of his motor home. He could not figure out what any creature would find so entertaining as to scamper back and forth, but didn’t really give it much thought.
Then one day a fellow campground tenant asked Paul if he realized that a squirrel had built a nest on the top of his slide. Now this is a sheltered location, as the slide has a built in canopy over it. Paul got up on a ladder and looked at the top of the slide. The nest was positioned in the middle of the slide, and he could tell it was about two feet wide and no idea how deep. Now how to reach it?
Paul had a long-handled squeegee and decided that would do the trick. Standing on the top of the ladder he reached the squeegee in as far as possible and pulled the nest toward him, letting it fall to the ground. He repeated this process several times until as much of the nest as he could reach fell to the ground. He then moved the latter to the other end of the slide and repeated the process.
After he had removed the nest one of the observers mentioned that when it fell to the ground baby squirrels had run away from it. One of the campground workers when and got a shovel and scooped up all the nest debris and disposed of it elsewhere. Now the question was, how had the squirrel gotten up onto the roof of the motor home, as there were no trees nearby. Paul heard the sound on his roof again and went out to observe.
The squirrel was climbing up and down the ladder on the back of his RV. He said the mother squirrel looked to be in a big of a panic, running back and forth, looking all over as if to say “where is my home?” and “where are my babies?” Despite the fact that the nest had to be removed for him to bring the slide in and move to the next location, I had to feel sorry for the poor mother squirrel who thought she had built a safe haven for her little family and it was now missing.
Now we move to fluttered friends. A nest with eggs was found on one of the support arms for one of the slides and was removed, then on at least two other occasions birds built nests on the lower portion of the slides. One bird was unintentionally suicidal. As we were getting ready to leave after the jeep was parked less than 48 hours a bird had built a nest on the top of his front passenger side tire — and it was tightly muddied to the tire! It was removed before we drove off. Can you imagine the shock of all those birds who had found what they considered an ideal place to construct their homes, only to return and have them totally gone.
This makes me wonder, why is this RV and Jeep so loved by wildlife? With trees nearby why select a man-made object over nature? It will be interesting to see what other creatures may be attracted to our motor home as we traverse the U.S. and Canada.
The other day I had an encounter with a squirrel, well not actually an encounter, more somewhat of an invasion. I happened to look out the window onto my front porch and spotted a squirrel up on the porch with a huge nut in its mouth. It seemed to be confused on where it wanted to go. It came across the porch, then walked toward the steps leading off the porch, then turned around so it was facing the door into the house, then sideways again and disappeared off the side of the porch.
What was the squirrel thinking as he ran back and forth? Why did he choose to get up onto my porch? Was he trying to escape the rain? Where did the nut come from? This last question is relevant because I don’t have any nut trees on or by my house that I am aware of. How far did he carry that nut?
Photo by Grace Grogan Copyright 2014.
One question was answered by this, as I assume that this could be the same squirrel who left the shell from a nut on my sidewalk about a week ago. I saw the pieces and wondered where they had come from. Still I wonder where the squirrel was coming from, how far he is traveling to accumulate his nuts, and why he chose to walk up and across my porch rather than through the front lawn.
This is not the first animal encounter I have had. Past encounters include bunny rabbits, deer on the front lawn, skunks strolling on my driveway and sidewalk, a rooster walking across the front lawn, birds on my porch eating insects out of spider webs, and a woodpecker pecking at my house.
Whatever possesses these animals to pass my way I will never know. What is going through their minds as they travel across my yard I sometimes wonder. Why that woodpecker feels the need to peck away at my house rather than one of the trees I cannot explain. Wildlife in action. I’m still pondering over the thought process of that squirrel on my front porch.
Photo by Grace Grogan, Copyright 2014.
I was sitting at my desk this morning when I looked up to see a young squirrel hopping across my front yard and up onto a raised bed surrounding our tree. He then perched on the wall for a moment, turning his head looking around before he scampered up the tree and onto a bottom limb, Mr. Squirrel then sat on the limb, facing the road, watching traffic go by.
What was his reason for going to the tree and stopping first on the wall and then sitting on the branch? What was the purpose of this observation? Was he looking for someone, meaning another squirrel? Was he contemplating the safety of venturing out and crossing the road? Was he just enjoying the morning view, something to do for a moment?
After a few minutes he scampered back down the tree and without hesitation hopped off the raised flower bed, onto the lawn and ran back from the direction in which he had originally come. What was his next destination? Why was he going there?
We will never know what was going on in that squirrel’s mind. What his purpose or goals were at the moment. In our hectic, fast-paced world it is relaxing to contemplate for a moment what is going on in the mind of an animal that appears to take action that in some form or another had a purpose, we just don’t know what that purpose was.