The red squirrel, native to the UK and especially Scotland is becoming an endangered species as the American grey squirrel takes over the habitat.
Have a look at this clip to see how the red squirrel is being trained to survive by developing it's skills:
www.tonaleffects.co.uk/red.wmv
Native red squirrels
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However, the greys are not tougher than my Jack Russell terrier. They are sworn enemies. She's never caught one. Yet. One landed on her head after it parachuted out of a tree on a windy day by mistake. Never seen a squirrel put down burn marks on grass before. Solid gone.Zer wrote:Unfortunatey the grey squirrels are tougher.
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When I was a teenager we moved out from the Concrete Jungle to the posh suburbs where Sach's 5th Avenue was. Quite an experience as the neighborhood was just beautifl w/ 1 acre lots and large trees.
My mother had a 25 foot pole w/ a giant birdhouse, and 3 beautiful gardens to grow her Tomamotes ( She's Silician ) and various herbs, spices, and flowers.
The Blue Jays and Cardinals hovered around her like Mother Theresa, those were very good times then.
At any rate she was furious at those fuckin' squirrels as they climbed the pole to feast on the pine nuts and seeds my mother would place in there w/ her 32 foot ladder !!
She then applied Vaseline as a lubricant to the pole, and we would howl in laughter as we watched the varmints leap onto the pole and slide down. It was great entertainment.
Being the adaptive little jerk offs that they are, they then proceeded to leap from the trees onto the birdhouse and torment the birds and my mother as well.
As if my father had nothing better to do, we then had to dig up the pole, and move it to the center of the yard where those little bastards couldn't get to it.
They will always be a pain in the ass, but after we fattened them up a little, they sure make good eatin's. I still prefer Rabbitt, and of course Grannie's Road Kill Stew.
My mother had a 25 foot pole w/ a giant birdhouse, and 3 beautiful gardens to grow her Tomamotes ( She's Silician ) and various herbs, spices, and flowers.
The Blue Jays and Cardinals hovered around her like Mother Theresa, those were very good times then.
At any rate she was furious at those fuckin' squirrels as they climbed the pole to feast on the pine nuts and seeds my mother would place in there w/ her 32 foot ladder !!
She then applied Vaseline as a lubricant to the pole, and we would howl in laughter as we watched the varmints leap onto the pole and slide down. It was great entertainment.
Being the adaptive little jerk offs that they are, they then proceeded to leap from the trees onto the birdhouse and torment the birds and my mother as well.
As if my father had nothing better to do, we then had to dig up the pole, and move it to the center of the yard where those little bastards couldn't get to it.
They will always be a pain in the ass, but after we fattened them up a little, they sure make good eatin's. I still prefer Rabbitt, and of course Grannie's Road Kill Stew.