How a sudden influx of squirrels overwhelmed my laissez-faire attitude — and what I did about it
Published: February 15, 2013
|In the 31 years I’ve lived in my old, established neighborhood in Duluth, Minnesota, I’ve never tried to exclude squirrels from my bird feeders. |
Allowing them into my feeders adds to the cost of seed, but I like squirrels, and my laissez-faire approach has been simple and much more conducive to peace of mind than waging war.
That is, until this year. Foxes, Great Horned Owls, and a variety of hawks have always kept the squirrel numbers in check without help from me, but this fall my squirrel population exploded. One November day, I counted 18 eastern gray squirrels in my backyard, and I counted 20 during a December snowstorm.
Their concentrated activity was keeping birds away. The naughty rodents chewed up our Christmas lights and started gnawing our house trim. They were fighting among themselves, too. Several bore noticeable bite and scratch wounds, so the situation was harder on them than it was on us.
Something needed to be done, but what? Friends suggested that I start shooting the squirrels — some even suggested recipes — but even if I were willing (I’m not), it’s illegal to discharge even a BB gun in Duluth. Poison was out of the question, too.
Another friend’s suggestion, which seemed a bit more reasonable but presented its own problems, was to trap and relocate some of the squirrels. I hoped I could find a way of getting them to disperse safely on their own.
Here’s what I did: I stopped scattering sunflower and white millet for juncos and cardinals near my brush pile, and I closed down every feeder that squirrels could access. My husband made two simple baffles, shaped like large inverted paint cans, to block access from below. Because squirrels can drop down or leap across to our feeders from trees, the house, and powerlines, we also moved the feeders to the middle of the yard, the only spot that was safe from every direction.
For my chickadees, nuthatches, and occasional finches, I tried to keep one tiny acrylic feeder on the second-story window next to my desk, but one leaping squirrel knocked it out of the window. We cut the one limb of the tree that made jumping to the window easy. When the weather gets above freezing, I’ll put the feeder back up.
Squirrels were dropping from the roof onto a platform feeder affixed to a different window in my upstairs home office, so I removed the bottom screening, leaving the wooden frame in place. If my two Blue Jays give me a long, hard stare, I balance a few peanuts along the frame for them. The birds usually fly off with them before a squirrel notices.
And voila! Within two days, the most squirrels I’ve counted in my yard at a time has been six, and most of the time there are only one or two.
|Laura Erickson writes and produces the radio segment and podcast “For the Birds.” She is the author of Hawk Ridge: Minnesota’s Birds of Prey, Twelve Owls, The Bird Watching Answer Book, 101 Ways to Help Birds, and other books. She was a licensed bird rehabilitator for many years. You can find more of her writing about backyard birds on our blog.||