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14 thoughts on “A Facebook update about squirrels”
Squeak!
b&
I guess she hasn’t seen that movie trailer.
I once heard a squirrel squeaking a strange squeak & looked up in the tree to find a grey squirrel holding a big apple with a couple human bites out of it. The squirrel was worried someone would steal his treasure & it just looked so funny to see such a small animal holding a piece of fruit the same size as itself!
I found a tiny baby squirrel in my yard and bent over it to get a few pictures of it. From above I heard some crazy squirrel war squeaks. Looking up, I saw the angry mama who was very upset about me being so close to her kid. After I stepped away, she leapt out of the tree, snatched the baby by its scruff, and carried the lil guy back up the tree.
Was this in someplace like St James’s Park in London? Those squirrels are fearless.
Living near Duck Island are St James’s Park’s famous resident pelicans.
Pelicans were first introduced into St James’s Park in 1664 as a gift from the Russian Ambassador.
In March 2013, an additional three Great White pelicans – a gift from the City of Prague – were introduced into the park.
Regular visitors can see the pelicans basking on their favourite rocks and getting fed fresh fish between 2:30 pm and 3:00 pm every day.
There are currently six pelicans in the park:
5 Eastern (or Great) White Pelicans
1 South American White Pelican which is distinguished by different colouring and a crest on its bill.
They’re gregarious, social creatures and there are numerous stories of their entertaining antics.
One rather mischievous pelican used to fly over to London Zoo in Regent’s Park to steal their fish for his lunch and they’re often seen climbing out of the lake to sit on the benches alongside visitors!
Once I sat very still on a stream bank watching parent Orioles feed their babies. I noticed a squirrel foraging on the bank to my right. It foraged closer and closer. Then it lept up on my shoulder, sniffed, crossed to the other shoulder, lept to my bucket (I was supposed to be cutting thistles) and continued foraging along the bank. I was shocked. The squirrel was clueless.
Were you cutting the thistles for a flower arrangement? Those dang things are so prickly it doesn’t seem worth it.
Ah, no. I was living on a farm. In spring, I dug up young thistles (Carduus nutans) to kill them. Later in the season, I’d go out with a bucket and shovel to get the ones I missed the first time. Then I’d cut off the flower heads to take home and dispose of there, to ensure that no seed formed.
Yesterday, as I was driving out of my place (it’s a 1km dirt track) as I turned a corner there, right in the middle of the track in front of the car was a large bird with its wings extended out all the way and making a hell of a racket.
As I’m thinking ‘what the hell is wrong with this bird’ I notice four tiny little chicks running in all directions while the other parent was trying to round them up.
They were so cute and made a lovely little cheep cheep noise.
Eventually they were off the track and I could get past.
Of course, the same thing happened on the way back in.
I don’t know the species of bird though but obviously a ground nester.
Wow– your friend didn’t know s/he spoke squirrel!
I teach biology and we always learn about fermentation around Halloween– the squirrel drunk from fermented pumpkins video is a always a big hit.
I used to live in an apartment that backed on to a park. During the summer, if we left the back doors open we’d quite often get visitors. They weren’t that tame, but they weren’t worried about flatmate & myself if we kept fairly still.
On the other hand my mother told me about one of her neighbours who went away on vacation for a week but a squirrel had somehow got itself locked in their bedroom. It seems that they had to completely redecorate, replace all of the furniture, and the very angry squirrel had to be removed to the garden by throwing a duvet over it & dropping it into the garden. Can’t say that I blame the squirrel, to be honest.
We used to joke about the agreesive squirrels in the UC quads. I remember one time a friend was walking through, saw a couple of squirrels squeaking, and made noises at them. They promptly advanced on him, and he ran.
Squeak!
b&
I guess she hasn’t seen that movie trailer.
I once heard a squirrel squeaking a strange squeak & looked up in the tree to find a grey squirrel holding a big apple with a couple human bites out of it. The squirrel was worried someone would steal his treasure & it just looked so funny to see such a small animal holding a piece of fruit the same size as itself!
I found a tiny baby squirrel in my yard and bent over it to get a few pictures of it. From above I heard some crazy squirrel war squeaks. Looking up, I saw the angry mama who was very upset about me being so close to her kid. After I stepped away, she leapt out of the tree, snatched the baby by its scruff, and carried the lil guy back up the tree.
Was this in someplace like St James’s Park in London? Those squirrels are fearless.
https://www.google.com/search?q=st+james+park+squirrels&espv=210&es_sm=91&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=nTeFUvDrEcSwyQHK2oDYDw&ved=0CCsQsAQ&biw=1556&bih=1113
What’s amazing is those birds. What are those? Pelicans? I can’t believe people are petting them in the park. Cool.
THe Royal Parks Website:-
Once I sat very still on a stream bank watching parent Orioles feed their babies. I noticed a squirrel foraging on the bank to my right. It foraged closer and closer. Then it lept up on my shoulder, sniffed, crossed to the other shoulder, lept to my bucket (I was supposed to be cutting thistles) and continued foraging along the bank. I was shocked. The squirrel was clueless.
Were you cutting the thistles for a flower arrangement? Those dang things are so prickly it doesn’t seem worth it.
Ah, no. I was living on a farm. In spring, I dug up young thistles (Carduus nutans) to kill them. Later in the season, I’d go out with a bucket and shovel to get the ones I missed the first time. Then I’d cut off the flower heads to take home and dispose of there, to ensure that no seed formed.
Yesterday, as I was driving out of my place (it’s a 1km dirt track) as I turned a corner there, right in the middle of the track in front of the car was a large bird with its wings extended out all the way and making a hell of a racket.
As I’m thinking ‘what the hell is wrong with this bird’ I notice four tiny little chicks running in all directions while the other parent was trying to round them up.
They were so cute and made a lovely little cheep cheep noise.
Eventually they were off the track and I could get past.
Of course, the same thing happened on the way back in.
I don’t know the species of bird though but obviously a ground nester.
Wow– your friend didn’t know s/he spoke squirrel!
I teach biology and we always learn about fermentation around Halloween– the squirrel drunk from fermented pumpkins video is a always a big hit.
I used to live in an apartment that backed on to a park. During the summer, if we left the back doors open we’d quite often get visitors. They weren’t that tame, but they weren’t worried about flatmate & myself if we kept fairly still.
On the other hand my mother told me about one of her neighbours who went away on vacation for a week but a squirrel had somehow got itself locked in their bedroom. It seems that they had to completely redecorate, replace all of the furniture, and the very angry squirrel had to be removed to the garden by throwing a duvet over it & dropping it into the garden. Can’t say that I blame the squirrel, to be honest.
We used to joke about the agreesive squirrels in the UC quads. I remember one time a friend was walking through, saw a couple of squirrels squeaking, and made noises at them. They promptly advanced on him, and he ran.