Oh my, now they are going to put transmitters on squirrels in Chicago and track them....find out their survival secrets in a big city.

http://news.yahoo.com/photo/061211/480/cx30112110426

Cooper could have a few things to say about those backyard clowns!

Oh for good grief.

I think they should put some of those tracking devices in our politicians.

Those guys should contact me because I know where most of the squirrels go and I'm sure Cooper knows the rest.

You can find the majority of them in my parent's backyard running up and down the trees and eating all the corn my parents give to them and the birds.

That's so CUTE, bless their hearts!, the way they fold their wittle paws in to keep them warm.

I think I just found my favorite emoticon that could probably sum up my life (if it had to be summed up, LOL)



NO MORE SQUIRREL TRACKING, NO MORE SQUIRREL TRACKING, NO MORE SQUIRREL TRACKING!!!!

...said the crowd. Then they peacefully laid in front of the research vehicle to prevent it from carrying forth their duties.

Well you really made me laugh Doody and I needed that....am sooo
ticked off!!!

When we were little, my brother brought home a baby squirrel in his hat. We all new about Skipper, except for the two most important people in the house, my parents. He fed Skipper Oreos. My mother had this large antique baby square grand piano and one morning after we had all left for school she heard the plink plink plink of the strings inside that piano. She went in the living room and opened the huge cover to it and out popped an escaped Skipper. Skipper took refuge from a hyperventilating mother on the top of the china cabinet where he remained until poor Robbie returned from school...Mommy had taken refuge in the front seat of her Pontiac.

After explaining that Skipper was his friend to no avail, squirrel was placed in cat carrier and after stopping at grocery store for one last package of Oreo's, Skipper was released in a park where he promptly ran back into Pontiac and placed himself under dashboard on car. Several hours into the wee morning hours and after said dashboard was removed, Skipper scampered up a tree and bag of Oreos was placed at bottom of tree. Tired mom and brother return home, babysitter paid and mom faints at the sight of Robbie's room totally destroyed after months of squirrel habitation.

Julie..Your story made me laugh and laugh!!!
Very cute..Thanx for sharing it with us.
My older brother found a baby squirrel in his backyard a few years
ago.He took it in and bottle fed it and nursed it back to health for months and months and took care of this squirrel.He named him rocky!
He kept him in a very large bird cage that he had while he wasn't at home.
When he was at home,that squirrel had the run of the house-just like a dog or cat!
It was pretty funny to watch him!!
Well when springtime came he felt it just wasn't right to keep him inside anymore..so he set him free.It seems the lilguy really didn't wanna be free..
For the longest time he would set a bowl out by the back trees with his food and nuts-but that squirrel never went far!!
I am not sure how long it stuck around-but i know it was a long time..Just thought i would share that cute lil story with you guys!
I hope the squirrel tracking is stopped as well...I mean seriously-someone has waayy too much time on their hands to think this up!!!

Kell...I saw the sign and want to report that I've been a VERY good girl..

And I love the squirrel stories!

LOLOL! Squirrel stories, I love em! Thanks!

I have a more morbid squirrel story, only 1 though. When I was a little girl and had my younger sister always following me around, well we were out playing.

We saw a squirrel get run over in the street and just freaked out! It didn't move and was quite, well...he died. We ran out into the street to get him and cried and cried!

I picked him up by his bushy little tail, and started walking back home. Me and my little sister, big tears streaming down our faces. We walked into the backyard where mom and dad were putzing around.

"DADDY! The squirrel is dead daddy! We have to bury him where Tinkerbell is daddy!"

My mother screamed, "OH MY GOD put that thing down! It might have fleas and diseases!!!!" It was bleeding profusely, lol.

We just cried harder, so my dad, blesshis heart, came over and said, "Find a nice shoebox and we'll bury him by Tinkerbell," and he did. We had a nice little squirrel funeral service.

A BETTER story is about their squirrel that would come to parent's door everyday one summer. So, they would open the door with peanuts in their hands, and it would come right inside! It would sit on the carpet inside the door and eat the peanuts right out of their hands! Amazed me. Then he'd happily prance away and run up a tree.

DOWN WITH SQUIRREL TRACKERS!!!!!