Actually, we’ve named him Sqwerl after the famous scene in the holiday classic Christmas Vacation. The Griswald family screams “Sqwerrlll!!!” as the little rodent launches himself out of the freshly cut Christmas tree and wreaks havoc in the house. However, this backyard hooligan of ours is more afraid of us than we are of him.
We first met him a few weeks ago as the late afternoon was turning to evening. My husband, Jim, called me to the window to watch a bushy tailed squirrel trying to figure out how to get at the suet on the other pole of the bird feeder. The other side which contains the seed, you see, is squirrel-proof.
The resourceful squirrel delighted us by hanging upside down by his tail and reaching with his paw to swipe the suet into his mouth or onto the ground. It was a shaky operation at best, and he didn’t stay too long, but he came back the next day. And then, after a few upside down precarious ventures on the bird feeder pole, our entertainer finally figured out how to sit upright on one of the little pole ledges so he could reach the suet more easily with either his paw or mouth.
Ready to go for the suet on the right
We hadn’t seen him in a few days, and I was concerned about what might have happened to him. But our so named Sqwerl friend returned this evening! I’m happy to have him back. My gratitude for the little things in life are doubled lately after that recent debilitating migraine. I appreciate everything right now.
And he scores!