I love squirrels. "Jack" showed up at my window in NYC with an infected eye. She was dying. I opened the window enough to warm her and put out soft food. Next day she was gone but her eye was on the windowsill. I assumed she had died.
But about two weeks later a one-eyed squirrel appeared regularly for a free meal of shelled cashews and pecans. Later she would introduce her babies. Jack always ate with her blind socket to me so she could watch for intruders. And she was nasty! This was HER free lunch.
She came when I called and lived fat and happy for about five years. One winter she stopped visiting. But her babies carried on the tradition. I could recognize them by markings and tails.
I was always in trouble with the co-op who thought squirrels were a nuisance.
Here in Maine, Freddie is trying to eliminate the squirrel population single-handedly. He kills the babies regularly. So I can't feed them - not fair. In winter when snow keeps Freddie in, I toss out shelled nuts in Jack's memory.
Later I will tell the story of the Easter Egg Hunt that turned into a battle of the squirrels.
SINS