“In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place. The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful.” Diane Dreher.
Making its debut appearance, and almost as soon as the newly purchased nut feeder was strung, was a grey squirrel, and since that long-ago day, the grey squirrels have been regular visitors to our garden; some with brownish markings as above and others simply grey.
Over the years we cursed the squirrels many times for stealing the nuts and forcing us to stock up and fill the feeders more often.
Eventually, I purchased three squirrel proof feeders, but watching the squirrels perform acrobatic antics in fruitless efforts to feed themselves began to tug at my heartstrings, so I gave them a feeder of their own. Unfortunately, most of the birds prefered this feeder too, so I still had to top it up often!
Nonetheless, as a family we enjoyed watching the squirrels as they chased one another up and down the trees and saw off rivals for food, but once it was clear who was in charge, the others would either sit on a branch and wait their turn or try their luck on one of the squirrel-proof feeders.
At the start of September, we heard gunshots, not too unusual if it had been the weekend because that’s when a farm a few fields away holds a clay pigeon shoot; but the shots we heard were random, and at different times of the day so we assumed a farmer from another farm was shooting rabbits or crows.
A few days later I realised that the squirrel feeder was still two thirds full, so I put myself on Garden Watch, but although there were plenty of birds, not a single squirrel appeared.
Remembering the random gunshots, it began to dawn on us that someone had been on a killing spree! We asked ourselves who could do such a thing, and why?
As winter takes a hold, I Look out upon the squirrel free garden, and over and over this same question runs through my mind; Who killed the Squirrels?
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