Last fall, we had the most amazing mast fall I have ever seen. The ground was fairly covered in acorns underneath the many, many oaks of PFHQ.
It was alot like walking on marbles.
All this extra nutrition seems to have boosted the reproductive success of the PF squirrels. Every oak seems to have two or three chasing each other around ... which would be fine with me if they would stay there and not stage commando raids on my garden and blueberries.
I don't eat squirrel, or I would have a very simple remedy for this problem.
Here's a squirrel (AKA garden destroying tree rats) with good DNA. He's choosing to drink from a shallow dish, which even though it's technically cardinal bath water, is shallow enough that a careless slip will not cause him to drown.
In the grand scheme of things, he stands a good chance of not drowning in a drinking accident, thus increasing the odds that his clever genes will go forward.
Not so the squirrel in the picture below ...
This squirrel ignored the nice shallow bowl and chose to drink from the 40 gallon outside aquarium that is sheltering my frogsbit plants and duckweed while my pond water is on vacation somewhere in the troposphere.
This old aquarium is like a FEMA trailer for minnows, plants, tadpoles, and crawfish that had to evacuate the pond as it dried up. Everybody in it is waiting for summer's tropical rains to refill the pond.
Apparently the green water in it is pretty tasty to squirrels as more than one has met his doom in it.
I was walking by the tank a few days ago and could hear movement in it that could not be made by minnow or crawfish.
I peered in and sure enough, a tired squirrel was swimming around among the duckweed and frogsbit.
I looked around for something suitably long enough to fish him out.
If you've never been bitten by a squirrel, let me tell you it hurts and their long incisors will meet as they pass through your hand. (We had a pet squirrel when I was a kid)
One of my D-frame dip nets was nearby so I slipped it under the little tree rat and lifted him up and out of the aquarium.
He sniffed, snorted, and immediately ran up the nearby cabbage palm tree where he proceeded to bless me out in squirrel profanity.
There's never an owl around when you need one.