Fat squirrels
Every morning out back, I’m treated to the flying trapeze antics of the squirrels as they sail from the electrical wires to the crabapple tree. The squirrels cram the fruit into their mouths and then run down and bury them in all the yards. And they are getting fat too. Seems they have to prepare for the long winter. Last year we found a pile of goodies stashed into a folded up camping chair in the back yard. There were crabapples, nuts, and bits of food from the garbage. I’ve even caught the squirrels burying their treasure in the snow (my dog loves a good treasure and promplty finds the caches).
I love watching them scurry about and fattening up for the winter. The neighbor hates them though – she comes out of her house shrieking and whacking at the creatures with a broomstick. (which is pretty funny all things considered.)
Love ‘em (as I do) or hate ‘em (dirty rodents) squirrels are part of Montreal living.
I don’t mind squirrels personally. But I tend to stay away. When I was a kid, maybe about 7 or 8, there was a seemingly friendly squirrel sitting on a relatively low branch as I was walking by. Being the curious person that I am I approached it, reaching out with one finger… well, it bit me, thankfully without breaking the skin whatsoever, but it startled me enough that I’ve yet to get that close to one again.