Introducing Nibbles the Squirrel |
I got at least one phone call letting me know about American Squirrelgate today. A social media star, Peanut the Squirrel, was abducted and euthanized by New York wildlife officials who, according to the media, raided a man's home and euthanized his pet squirrel for fear of rabies. People, and sometimes governments, can be cruel. A poignant fact to think about 2 days from an election. I find myself contemplating the importance of character in positions of authority. It reminds me of something a talent manager told me when discussing how to motivate staff to performance. He said -- you need to understand the motivation to lead. If the motivation is power, never promote them to authority. Intrinsic integrity and empathy are better foundations for leadership. Find those motivated by achievement, contribution to the greater good as your future leaders. Good advice I say.
But once more I am off topic. RIP to Peanut the squirrel. Here in the US there is a lot of media coverage, and especially social media response, to Peanut getting murdered. It's actually become a political meme, because things are so very political here. It shall be my goal to keep my squirrel safe by remaining wild, and apolitical.
I do believe it's still legal for a squirrel to scurry along your deck, and so I will introduce Nibbles, the very untame squirrel. Nibbles is cozied into some burrow out in the woods -- I know because I heard him chattering in a tree not so long ago. Nibbles has given up raiding my bird feeder with all the snow...let's be honest, pioneering through 21 inches is a bit like climbing Everest when you are just a tiny rodent.
Nibbles appeared at my feeder after a long absence away from home this summer. The cat sitter noted that she saw a squirrel on the deck, but the squirrel was so rattled to see her that he dove off the second story deck, bounced off her car, and ran off, never to be seen again during her tenure.
When I got home though, and was laying on the floor lazily with my equally lazy cat, Mr. Muffins, I was surprised to see Mr. Muffins jog over to the window. Not a cat that is fond of exercise or play time, he virtually sprinted to the window. Turns out while I was gone, he entered into a window peepshow relationship with said squirrel. Much to my surprise, I noticed they were literally playing with each other. The squirrel looking in, the cat looking out, both of them darting back and forth, and pricelesslessly, Mr, Muffins rolling over to match the squirrels' sideways saunter. Such a darling character needed a name, and since this fearless little squirrel also ran the stellar jays off in pursuit of the best pickings at the feeder, I figured Nibbles was the perfect name. Nibbles was as food motivated as Mr. Muffins.
I never quite understood what Nibbles saw in Mr. Muffins....Mr. Muffins' delight in Nibbles was easy to understand. But day after day, Nibbles came to the feeder, and intentionally sought out Mr. Muffins. Nibbles would look in and pat at the window if Mr. Muffins was napping and hadn't come running.
Nibbles looking for his starcrossed love, Mr. Muffins the cat |
Nibbles is even willing to wait before heading to the feeder for munchies until there is a little visit with Muffins. He wasn't above doing Cirque du Soleil (or squirrel pole dancing) on my screen door. Every once in a while I'd look up at the window and see him hanging upside down on the screen looking in. There's something off about that squirrel I would tell myself. That's probably why it's such an endearing little thing.
One day after work, I watched for Nibbles, but there was no Nibbles. Nor the next day. Surely by the weekend I thought. Nope. I peered outside and even tried calling, "Niiiibbbbllles" (as if the neighbors already didn't say "there's something off about that lady at the end of the street). But alas, there was no Nibbles. I started researching squirrel behavior, maybe he was hibernating. Nope, apparently squirrels don't hibernate. They do a thing called torrid, where they do deep sleep in the den, but not a formal hibernation. The temps were also still too warm. I researched if squirrels might go off a long way searching for a mate, but turns out they typically stay close to home. 5 days, 6 days went by. I realized that by a week, I would have to accept that Nibbles was gone. There are owls, eagles, stray cats, dogs, and a hundred ways for a squirrel to meet their demise around here.
On day 7, Saturday, Nibbles had still not been seen. Mr. Muffins and I were equally despondent. I sat quietly, thinking how much of a lift that little red squirrel made to my days, and to Mr. Muffins' days. Then out of the corner of my eye, he bolted by the railing at lightning speed. Nibbles came home!
I made sure there was an extra stock of peanuts in the bird feeder, and that Nibbles could have aaaalllll the munchies he wanted.
As cute as this little visitor has been, and as much as we joked about Nibbles becoming a house squirrel one day, he took his peanuts and stashed them in all his little woodland dens, and stopped coming with the first snow. It's been over a week since Nibbles last stopped by. I hope he took enough of the bird feeder rations to keep him safe and warm all winter, and hope that I see him chasing the birds on my deck in spring. I will have to be content hearing his chattering opinions from nearby trees until he is able to make the journey back to my window and birdfeeder.
Turns out a squirrel named Peanut may influence and election and change the course of American history if one can believe the news. And in this little corner of the world, one little squirrel named Nibbles brightened the lives of one fat cat and his owner (and a small facebook following) for a season. Squirrel power!
Stay safe Nibbles!