Squirrel Attacks.



When I first moved to Alaska, I thought that the squirrels here were really cute. They are much smaller than squirrels in other parts of the country. Then one winter a squirrel found a way into our Moose Cabin and had 8 months of unadulterated, rambunctious fun. He first shredded many rolls of toilet paper and paper towels and made a cushy, big nest under the kitchen sink. Then he decided that for snacks he would go to my storage shed and dine on our white sheets. Come spring we found him and put an end to his party. We tossed out his nest and blocked his way to the underside of the kitchen sink. He was ousted.

When our clients started checking in, though, we found out that he still considered the territory his home. As they would walk down the boardwalk to the front door he would sit in a tree and pitch pinecones at them while barking loudly. We finally had to oust him from his tree. I won't go into how.

Now we have another territorial squirrel, but he has claimed a much smaller cabin this time. He has claimed a bird feeder that John made to look like a our Moose Cabin. He sits on guard of his house all day and keeps all the birds away. When our clients check in he barks at them. But this less-aggressive squirrel runs away when they get close instead of throwing pine cones at them. This is a picture of him in ready-to-run-mode.

John is making these bird feeders to order, hint hint.