Nothing says fall like pumpkins. Bought our first two of the season Saturday.
Here’s what things looked like by Tuesday…
And Wednesday…
And this morning…
My boys have claimed the pumpkin as a science experiment. Their theory is Fred and Ethel, the culprits who live in a nearby tree, will gnaw through until they strike gold and feast on the delectable pumpkin seeds.
My theory is Fred and Ethel will hollow out the pumpkin and live in it for the winter. A gorgeous patio gourd.
I mentioned we bought two pumpkins. At the first nibble of trouble, my son took the “baby” pumpkin inside. It sits high on the fireplace mantle.
Next door, the interior designer neighbor has a wonderful display of pumpkins. Pristine and untouched by tiny rodent teeth.
Maybe it’s true there’s strength in numbers. Maybe all we need is more pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins.
You crown the year with a bountiful harvest;
even the hard pathways overflow with abundance. Psalm 65:11 NLT
What would squirrels sound like if they made music? Oh, Don’t Let’s Start…
Warning: Listen at your own risk. Silly songs by They Might Be Giants have a way of sticking in your head.
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Squirrels are ever industrious. I’m certain that it’s them that got into my garage and ate the rest of the dried corn on the cob I was intending on daily placing out for them in the winter. There the bag sits full of empty cobs. It’s also possible that it’s shrews, who have on occasion infested our home, but I’m leaning on the squirrels in this instance.
I am a little surprised that these squirrels would do this… then again, considering the chewed plastic trashcans I often see, they have time on their paws.
I only wish I was living in the country and had a .22, because if so, we’d be eating a lot of squirrel stew like my grandma made when I was growing up. I cannot believe the number of squirrels and rabbits running around here… and few predators – though I have seen a few foxes around North County over the last six years.
Perhaps this year your family has no need to carve a pumpkin. The squirrels are doing it for you! Some sort of “frightening” sign posted next to the pumpkin to go with the squirrel-carved squash. “Beware the squirrels! They’ll gnaw on you to get to your brains!”
I’m rambling as usual… so I’ll stop now.
Love the idea of the squirrels doing the work for us on the jack-o-lantern this year! Fred and Ethel are brazen indeed.
A short story that relates to your .22: Our neighbor at our old house was a retired police chief. One year when we had an over abundance of squirrels, we’d frequently look across the street to see neighbor Bob aiming his air rifle out his second floor window. He shot more than 80 squirrels that fall. He was a good shot, but it didn’t seem to make a dent in the overpopulation.