No, I did not miss Squirrel Appreciation Day yesterday. Someone made certain I knew of it. . . the same person who sent me this birthday card:
There’s a DAY for that? Who the heck came up with that idiotic notion?
Huffington Post says:
Christy Hargrove from Asheville, North Carolina started Squirrel Appreciation Day on January 21, 2001. Christy is a wildlife rehabilitator in North Carolina, and is affiliated with the Western North Carolina Nature Center.
Holy crap! One of my own kind!!! It sounds so SOUTH Carolina-ish!
Here’s the thing, Christy. . . In Asheville, you have forested mountains. Now that’s a good place for the tree rats to live. Here, I have flower beds and not a mountain in sight.
ROAD TRIP to Asheville! Wonder if I’ll need to rent a truck.
Wayside Gardens, a wonderful source for plants of all kinds, also sent notification of Squirrel Appreciation Day. In fact, they included an article by listing all the reasons we should have such a celebration. Read it and weep. I’ll give you the gist of it.
Gag me with a peanut, it had to be a real stretch for the author to come up with any pluses. Squirrels aerate the soil? In my world, it’s called, digging up my darned flower bulbs. Squirrels add nutrients to the soil when they break off branches and stems. Again, in my garden it is described as the little bastards are ruining my trees. Oh, here’s a good one: they sometimes forget where they buried their nuts, thus planting new trees. Yeah. That answers the question of why are all those freakin’ oak seedlings coming up in my rose bed?
Here’s something interesting, according to the article: Their four front teeth never stop growing, lengthening about six inches a year so they aren’t worn down from all that chewing. That explains why my dogwood trees look like teething rings for the little bastards.
We’re having a snowy/sleety/freezing rainy weekend here. The birds have flocked to our feeders, tanking up, but amazingly, we haven’t seen a single squirrel all day!
Now THAT’S something I can appreciate.