Reflection on the Larceny of Squirrels

by Linda Jenkinson |

squirrel It is a common belief that squirrels routinely forget where they bury nuts, but squirrels are also bandits that steal whatever they can find from you or a neighbor.

One day this autumn, I watched one neighboring squirrel raid the nest of the homesteading squirrel who has taken up residence in our front yard tree. A few days later, the homesteader buried another cache of nuts on our boulevard. As soon as he left, the neighbor came over, searched, pillaged and re-buried our homesteader's bounty. No wonder the homesteader can't find his stockpile!

This episode of squirrel thievery brought to mind my first encounter with the larceny of squirrels. I think the squirrel's larcenous instincts are inborn. You can baffle a squirrel to keep it out of your bird feeder, but you can't baffle your boulevard or your berry patch.

After years of successful vegetable and flower gardening, I decided to try my green thumb at a strawberry patch. I did everything wrong from planting to pruning and, of course, because it was the first year I didn’t get a harvest anyway. Totally frustrated, and not knowing that strawberries were biennial, I just let the patch go, but the next spring I got a crop! One berry.

I watched that berry grow from a blossom to a berry bud. It grew and became a magnificent specimen. When it grew to about the size of a golf ball, it began to ripen. I really watched it close, waiting for the time when I would finally get a harvest—although a small one—from my first strawberry patch.

Finally, one evening I decided to let the berry ripen one more night and pick it in the morning. The next morning I strode triumphantly to my berry patch, mouth watering in anticipation.

My berry was gone! A sudden movement in a small tree near my garden caught my attention. There, in the tree, sat a squirrel with my berry between his paws. He nibbled at that berry, savoring its sweetness and turning it a tiny bit with each bite… eating it like I would eat an apple. He looked at me as if to say, “Ha ha… I got the berry!”

I swear he was even smacking his lips! I was infuriated, but what could I do? I went to the local garden shop and got a book on how to grow strawberries so that in subsequent years, both the squirrel and I could quench our strawberry craving.


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