Wednesday, May 29, 2019
So we have to take it a step further to the sidewalk.
|close to the street and cars|
Of course this causes problems. The squirrels can scoot up the trees in the cobblestone areas which gives them a sense of security, but out on the open sidewalk, run-ins with pedestrians -- including dogs -- are common. Not good for the digestion!
And of course there's the problem of the remains of the day -- the mess of peanut shells on the sidewalk. Then the security guard complains about who is going to clean up all the shells. I tell him that it would be so much better if I could feed them "in their habitat" (as he calls it), like we used to do. They were safe from dogs and people in their sandbox, and people didn't have to worry about stepping on peanut shells. And so it goes.
|But they're not rats... they're squirrels! |
A few squirrels have caught on to the idea that there could be a meal waiting for them if they're willing to travel to far-flung corners of the Kingdom. When I walk through Peter Cooper Village these days, I soon find a stream of squirrels running behind me.
Did you know that you can herd squirrels?
Well the Pied Piper herded rats, and some of the good residents of Peter Cooper Village like to call squirrels "rats with tails", but they are not rats! Not that there's anything wrong with rats, but the designation is meant to be derogatory, implying that they eat garbage and carry disease. But squirrels are vegans who eat peanuts and flowers and hurt nobody. And they have a clean bill of health from the State of NY: city squirrels have no rabies. They are harmless, sweet creatures who deserve a chance to enjoy life.
I was glad to see that Lady Grey had joined the pack, as I sometimes worry about her. She's also expecting babies, and she's the one that produces those wonderful orange-tailed squirrels. We do want to keep her fat and happy!
|Lady Grey |
|side by side|
Monday, May 27, 2019
|Whose land is it anyway?|
The squirrels have been banished to the street outside the Kingdom if they're looking for a bite to eat. Here some kind soul might take pity on them and feed them without risk of retaliation.
Why feed the squirrels? Because when we took the land, we took away their food sources, leaving little for them to eat. We don't care for them the way we care for our domesticated pets. There are no cans of squirrel food hanging from the trees. But we have a history of doing things like that, don't we? It's all about us, never about them.
But that's a mistake: "Unless you become as little squirrels, you shall not enter the Kingdom."
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
The "grace" period at PCV has ended as of May 1, which means that the warning period is now over. For PCV tenants that could mean the loss of their lease if they're caught feeding the squirrels. For people like me it could mean being expelled from the Kingdom.
I was in a bit of a quandary: I didn't want to risk expulsion, but I didn't want to stop feeding my pets, Lady Grey and Lady Black, both of whom are expecting babies and in need of extra nutrition when eating for four or five or six. The brilliant Lady Black solved my dilemma by following me out of PCV one day.
Unfortunately, this didn't work out quite as expected, when instead of bringing the nuts back to PCV, she started crossing the little roadway there to bury them in the sidewalk.
This kind of defeats the purpose, and it's also dangerous for her to be crossing the road all the time. So I'm not too happy with that solution. At first I thought she was just not into sharing, but now I'm beginning to think that she has already internalized the notion that she is only supposed to have peanuts outside of PCV. As I've said before, this is one smart squirrel.
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Recipes for Squirrel SaladSo what are they eating? Is it possible that they are actually finding enough food? Are some good-hearted folks smuggling in eats? Today I saw a squirrel eating a napkin. It must have smelled of something edible. I did notice some disappearing tulip tops earlier in the month. And I've seen them eating buds off trees and heard that they will also eat the leaves and bark.
"Let them eat bark!"
|These could be salad fixings|
'Tis the season
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
I stopped by Peter Cooper Village to see how things were going in the garden of evil. The place looks beautiful now, in the early Spring. The grounds are manicured. Not a peanut in sight. Not a squirrel in sight.
But the foulest stench pervades the entire park. They've started spreading that awful fertilizer on everything again. It's a mixture of poop smell and chemicals that makes me gag and start getting a headache and feeling nauseous. I can't stay there long, I have to exit the property. Don't others have this reaction and complain? Oh yeah, these are the people who voted against the squirrels, so you already know they're out of touch with reality. I's particularly beautiful time this time of year, but without the smells to go along with the sights it's a sort of travesty. There should be the delightful smell of trees and grass in the air, but instead there's the sickening odor of poopy doo. And what about the squirrels? Does anybody think about them? No, of course not. They have to smell that crap all day and all night long. And they have to dig in that crap. Oh that's right, there's nothing to dig for anymore.
|Sittin' by the side of the trash|
A squirrel's life has become a nightmare, as I see it. Please tell me I'm wrong.
This little one came out to greet me on the sidewalk, so I threw him a peanut from the stash I carry with me now in case I run into a stray squirrel on the sidewalk outside of PCV. He has open scabs now. When I started feeding him he had a little bit of mange that would easily be cured with good nutrition. Now that I no longer feed him, he's looking worse.
It's so cruel, so sad. But they got what they wanted. It's midnight for the squirrels.
Thursday, April 18, 2019
|The squirrel that roared|
Excuse me, ma'am, didn't you get the email?
Actually I didn't.
We're not supposed to feed the squirrels.
Because they're dangerous. They attack and they bite people.
Oh wow, really?
Yes, there have been lots of stories.
Oh I see. They're going to KILL us! They'll KILL US ALL!
Better that we should kill them before they have a chance to kill us. A good dose of old-fashioned starvation should take care of that nicely.
When will people get it into their thick skulls that squirrels are prey, not predators? These delicate, sensitive little creatures are scared of their own shadow. Ever tried to pet a squirrel? Rustle a plastic bag and they jump sky-high. I've been feeding squirrels for years and I can attest to the fact that they have not become more aggressive, contrary to what we're hearing lately. Squirrels are total wimps. They prefer to keep their distance. They're after that peanut, and they'd greatly prefer it if you threw it down on the ground a good distance away. Trust me, they have no desire to get up close and personal with you.
I have seen children taunting squirrels by sticking their fingers out when they have nothing to feed them. It's possible that a squirrel could mistake a pudgy finger for a peanut and bite at it. But that's a case of mistaken identity, not an attack. And that can be easily remedied with a little education, teaching young children not to point their fingers at squirrels.
|All I want is the peanut|
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
City Council Member Fernando Cabrera (Bronx District 14) states he will put a LES request to introduce a Bill to #Ban the #Ban on feeding #birds & #squirrels in #CityHall. Thank You CM Cabrera pic.twitter.com/zE1iD260Vg— B.A.R.E (@BronxARElectors) April 17, 2019
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Rally today on steps of #CityHall at 1pm @lisalcolangelo @chayesmatthew @NY1 @NY1noticias @CBSNewYork @NBCNewYork @nypost @NYDailyNews @politico @SallyGold @Gothamist @BrianLehrer @WPIXNEWSDESK @LisaRoznerTV @riverdalepress @WNYC @News12BX @errollouis pic.twitter.com/DNUBcuzasG— B.A.R.E (@BronxARElectors) April 16, 2019
Friday, April 5, 2019
It will take time to say goodbye to you.
So far I can still go over to Peter Cooper Village, even though a nasty female guard escorted me off the property the other day. But today when I went over to see how the squirrels were doing, I was approached by another guard who seemed more understanding and even apologetic, saying that he only came over because he received a call from a resident. So this is what it has come to: as the good residents of Peter Cooper Village are out walking their precious dogs that pee and poop all over the walkways, they're also acting as spies and informants, turning me in to the local gestapo.
What's going on right now is pretty scary. There's a certain feeling in the air that seems to be catching on. Squirrels have turned into monsters.
The other day I heard a boy who was playing on the green that the squirrels inhabit (you could say it's part of their "habitat" as one guard puts it) and he kept yelling loudly, "STUPID SQUIRRELS!"
Then yesterday a few teenage girls were walking by and I heard one of them talking about how "A squirrel attacked me!" Really???
I keep hearing about squirrels jumping into baby carriages and biting children.
I see people stop in their tracks and deliberately distance themselves by carefully walking around the squirrels, giving them a wide berth.
I hear people cautioning their children to not get too close to the squirrels.
I see little children frowning at squirrels.
Are any of these fears founded? It's worth mentioning that New York City squirrels have been given a clean bill of health by city health inspectors. There has never been a case of rabies in New York City squirrels.
I'd also add that the squirrels I see and interact with are not aggressive. As prey animals, not predators, they tend to be very shy and nervous, jumping at the slightest sound, even at the rustling of a plastic bag. For the most part, they will politely wait for you to throw them a peanut. If it is not forthcoming they will attempt to communicate with you by looking at the ground, pawing it a bit, then looking up at you, then looking down at the ground again. It's like, "You know what you're supposed to do!" Now that is hardly what I'd call aggressive behavior.
The squirrels must stay in their habitat (behind the fences) or they will be a discomfort of the good residents of Peter Cooper Village. Reminds me a little of Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds".
As for the squirrels, it hasn't dawned on them yet what's hit them.
As for myself, I never guessed it would be so hard on me. I've begun to realize that all the time I thought I was doing the squirrels a favor by feeding them, they were actually functioning as emotional support animals. They were my therapy squirrels! I had become so bonded to the daily ritual of interacting with them, that cutting the cord is coming as a real shock.
And, of course, they were the focus of this blog. But the world as we knew it has changed. Whether this blog will continue is now in doubt, but for the present, I'll be posting a few thoughts as I start saying my long goodbye.
Tuesday, April 2, 2019
While I was looking for her I was not feeding squirrels, but a PCV resident came by and started feeding them. She told me that as long as there were no guards around, she'd continue to feed them. I warned her that she still had to be careful because there are quite a few "good citizens" around who will call a guard and report you in a heartbeat. I told her that she might have to go under cover. We joked around and talked about the idea of setting up an underground network of feeders.
Perhaps thinking I didn't believe him, the guard asked if I wanted to see the flyer. I said, sure, show me the flyer. So he called up someone who apparently did not have the so-called flyer, but I overheard them telling him that there was a 30-day grace period during which the guards were only to issue warnings, not take any action.
When I confronted him with that he kind of lost his momentum and melted away. But in his place was another, nastier guard, who began following me around on a scooter, harassing me. I'm pretty sure this was the same guard who had told me not so long ago that it was okay to feed the squirrels as long as I stayed away from the playgrounds,which I agreed to, feeling as guilty as a pedophile. She of course denied saying that. So surely it was probably another female guard who just looked and sounded like her.
I told her that I had not been feeding squirrels today and that even if I had, there was a 30-day grace period before they were supposed to take any action. I guess she didn't being challenged, because she said that the "grace period" was only for residents, so did not apply to me, and therefore she was escorting me off the property.
Me: But I didn't do anything. I'm not even feeding squirrels!
She: But the squirrels are following you around because they know you.
So that was the rationale for booting me off the premises -- not for feeding the squirrels, but for exciting them, for putting impure thoughts of peanuts into their little heads! Thought crimes!
When I refused to leave, she kept following me around. When I sat down on a bench to rest, she parked her scooter nearby. When I finally did get up to go, she followed me all the way to the gate. As I exited the park, I noticed two heavyweights -- and I do mean heavy -- big guys sitting in a scooter built for two on the sidewalk outside the gate. One of them looked me in the eye and asked: "How are you doing today?"
Was this the backup? They then drove through the gate and stopped their vehicle to talk to the guard on the scooter who was still watching me.
My precious Black Momma, who is extremely smart, had figured out that something not quite kosher was going on, and had followed me out to the sidewalk. I thought it was safe to feed her out here, as I was not on private property or in a city park. So I did. And she ate. But I could tell she was nervous.
After about ten minutes I looked over and saw the two "bigwigs" still conferring with the guard. They were having a long conversation about something. You'd think from all the commotion and cornering going on, that they were dealing with some kind of domestic terrorist threat, not someone who had been caring for the squirrels at PCV for over ten years.
This was a sad day for Peter Cooper Village. It was a sad day for the City of New York. It was a sad day for the squirrels. And it was a sad day for me.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall