The Hawks are Back

We thought they were gone. We never saw a single hawk last winter, or since then.  Around this time last year I saw about 8 of them sitting all in a row on the rooftop of one of the buildings in PCV, and they suddenly took off en masse flying south. That was the last hawk sighting, and we were thinking that they didn't take to City living (we don't think they belong here either).

But while Bernie was releasing Babyboy in PCV today, he called to tell me that there was a hawk there, eating a black squirrel as he spoke! And a visit to the Urban Hawks blog shows me they are alive and well in NYC.

How much do hawks eat?

According to a falconer:
An average sized female redtail (say 50 oz) which is commonly though erroneously called a hawk- can eat a large squirrel, three rats, or a medium sized rabbit every day when being flown in the season with ideal weather.  If it's very cold, the bird will eat more.  (redtails are actually in the buteo family- buzzards.

How do hawks eat?

Hawks rip their food into small pieces with their talons and beaks, then swallow the chunks.

The hawk picked up its prey and flew toward a large nest in the tall tree by the flagpole. Bernie's concerned that it may be the hawk's
nest. If so, that means it's settled in here at PCV, and could pick off a squirrel a day through the winter, easily ravaging our population single-handedly.

We need to watch that nest for signs of the bird. Unfortunately Bernie didn't think to take a picture of the hawk, but here is the nest it flew towards:

I'm concerned because  Spunky, Tubby, Brownie and Mr. Operator all live in this area. If something happens to any of them there will be hell to pay.

SPUNKY

Julie and Littleguy come to Visit

Well we had sort of an aborted visit today. Coming out of the carrier... (remember you can click on a pic to see an enlargement)

The squirrels are skittish and attach themselves to Bernie...

 

Showing off Julie's red tail...

Not a happy camper...

So let's go outside and get released...

HALLOOO.. anybody in there?

Here I am! What do you want?

Whatcha got there, a nut?

Laying the Lure

 While Julie plays statue, Littleguy shows some interest...

But not enough to get really motivated. These squirrels ain't goin nowhere today.

Meanwhile, seemingly unnoticed, Mr. Operator has found the bag of nuts...

and is making out like the one-eyed bandit that he is ...

In his typical entrepreneurial style...

 ...eat one, bury two.

HEY, Mr. Operator, you're on CANDID CAMERA!

Desperately Seeking Babygirl

Bernie has offered a reward if I can find the little squirrel with the golden tail. It shouldn't be this hard. The squirrels are all out and running all over the place with great energy. It's the cooler weather that does this to them. They've put on their winter coats. I can't believe how BIG Teddy Bear got! They are all carrying acorns in their mouths too, which they did last year around this time. They look so funny! I call it "the fall fashion". But I have no idea what the meaning or cultural significance could be.

Searching for Babygirl

Squirrels have been keeping Bernie busy these days. Yesterday after he brought Babyboy back he told me he was feeding Babyboy and Bronxie from the same syringe, alternating between the two. The little girl squirrel had been fed first and was already asleep in her nest box.

The one I call Bronxie was brought to him from the Bronx, after he was injured by bigger squirrels in a fight. He had a bloody nose and was generally weak and having trouble walking. He is recovering nicely but last night he awoke shrieking from a nightmare. He is obviously traumatized by what happened to him.

Today Bernie gave the little girl over to Kathy, the rehabber who rescued Babyboy's sibling after they all fell out of their nest. So now he's down to four squirrels if Babygirl is found. I asked him if things aren't getting a bit to hectic over there at his office (which is where he keeps them). He agreed that it was, and he's not used to having so many around at once, but it's just the way things have been happening recently. Still no sign of Babygirl though. Bernie searched for several hours this morning. She must have moved from where she'd been released, but to where? It's a big park.

Update on Babyboy

Good news! Babyboy came over to the carrier which Bernie had posted to a tree, and he sat on top of it and ate some nuts. Guess he had a big appetite after last night's storm! He has now been initiated into squirrelhood.

Bernie came up close with the syringe in hand, that was loaded with tapioca pudding and hazelnut milk (he still loves formula from a bottle even though he can eat). He immediately started guzzling, and next thing you know he was inside the carrier! And now he's home fast asleep in his nest box, recuperating from his Big Adventure at PCV :) Three cheers for Bernie who has given an inordinate amount of his time to tracking down this little guy.

Note: he is quite a roamer, and was all over the area, going from tree to tree and keeping Bernie busy in attempts to stay on his tail. At one point he managed to get from one tree to another without coming down while Bernie was staked at the base of the tree. He's a great jumper! And he's still so little.

One disturbing note: Babygirl has still not been seen.

Babyboy sighting

Babyboy was sighted yesterday, moving from tree to tree in the same area where he'd been released. At one point he saw and recognized his green carrier case and went over and sat on top of it, for about a half hour-- his security, his nest box!

Meanwhile his Dad was waiting patiently on the sidelines, so as not to disturb him, hoping he would climb inside. He doesn't seem to have the same recognition factor that Babygirl has, who will run up to her Dad and climb on his arm, making it easy to get her back in the carrier.

Then a dog came along and scared him up a tree! He would not come down again, so he ended up spending last night outside. And what a night it was! First there was a hail storm, followed by rain, thunder and lightening. Hopefully he and Babygirl were both ok.

Blackie RIP

Bernie found Blackie this morning on the ground by the tree where we had last seen him. Dead. I feel so sad. Blackie was a beautiful young squirrel, with an unusually soft, glossy coat that had a chenille-like quality, as can be seen in the picture. So cuddly looking, yet this little honey never got cuddled.

When I first saw Blackie, his left rear leg and foot were infected and swollen and his foot was ballooned up to twice the normal size  and red. As soon as I started feeding him the foot came down to normal size. I fed him regularly, as each day he came up to me at around the same time, and ate a wide assortment of nuts.

By the time I took these pictures I thought his foot looked much better, but his leg was still a problem.

He seemed to be improving, and then we had several days of rain when he didn't get fed. and next time I saw him he seemed weaker. Bernie saw him, thought he was badly infected and that we should try to catch him. Unfortunately he escaped the net and ran up a tree, and  I feared that he became so terrified that he'd never come down again. Well that seems to be the case. I've been going to that tree each day feeding 2 small babies that live there, hoping that he was still in that tree and that he'd come down eventually, but he didn't. Then this morning Bernie found his body by the base of the tree. He suffered and died alone, without ever being cuddled.

A few days ago, as we walked around searching for our squirrels, we encountered a lady who asked us, where do squirrels go when they die? This was actually a question I had often asked when I first took an interest in squirrels, and before I'd been initiated into their mysteries. But normally we don't see them when they die. So the fact that Blackie lay there on the ground was a sign to me that he was saying goodbye, and telling us that we didn't have to search for him any longer. Goodbye, Blackie.

Squirrels Hiding in Trees

Babyboy was out of the tree by 7:30am when Pat checked on him, but she did not see him anywhere on the ground. Between the three of us we checked periodically throughout the day but no sign of either of the squirrels. Also no sign of Blackie, the injured black one that Bernie had tried to catch with the net. I haven't seen him since that day and I'm worried that he's too terrified to come down from the tree.

Releasing Babyboy

Hello, World!

Up, up, up and away!

Crossing that bridge as we come to it

So I'm up in the tree - now what?
                              

Meeting Babyboy

This squirrel was one of the babies that had fallen from their nest last month. 
(see  http://thenewyorksquirrel.blogspot.com/2010/09/babies-falling-from-trees.html.)
He was rescued by a lady named Pat who called Bernie who came over and took him and has been caring for him ever since.

 He's the one that Babygirl has been attacking. Interestingly enough, right after Babygirl left he started attacking the newcomer to the group, an injured baby male that was brought in from the Bronx the other day. Is it possible that this bullying is learned behavior from Babygirl? Or perhaps just "normal" squirrel territorial jealousy?

Now it's time for Babyboy's first release, but before that his rescuer Pat gets to meet and hold him.

Time to meet Pat

Oh, what a lovely tail!

Hey, Cutie Pie!

Babygirl's next venture: day 4

It's time to release Babygirl again. She's too full of energy in the house and she has also been attacking the little injured boy squirrel. It may be jealousy. Here she is getting released:

On Your Mark

Get Set

Go! (straight up the tree)

Babygirl's next venture: day 3

Bernie found Babygirl on the ground early this morning. She had finally come out of her tree and was with a pack of other squirrels.
Looks like she's starting to socialize now.

 He took her home but she is being a pain now, bullying the smaller squirrel that fell from his nest about a month ago (see "babies falling from trees") and generally making herself a  nuisance with her intensely high energy. Bernie hopes to release her again as soon as the weather improves. He thinks she'll eventually do fine because she is an aggressive squirrel, once she overcomes her timidity about the outdoors.

Babygirl's next venture: day 2

Bernie went over early on Sunday, as mornings seem to be the best times to find her. Sure enough there she was, back in the tree she has adopted for herself. She refused to come down however. She seemed a little more relaxed than previously,  alternating between curling up into a ball and stretching and grooming herself while looking down at Bernie.

There's a complication: she has chosen to be in a wind tunnel! We didn't notice when it was warmer, but this particular area of the park is very windy, and even though it was not windy elsewhere today, the wind here was so strong that I could hear it over the phone when Bernie called.  She had initially wandered there herself, which is why he brought her back  a couple times. But it will be a bad spot come winter.   He stayed for over 3 hours but could not get Babygirl to come down!

I went by at 4pm and it was still windy. And she was still up there in the same spot. I spent time feeding other squirrels, while checking on her periodically. Every once in a while she'd be grooming herself as if she was relaxing, then curl up into a ball as if to take a nap. I called out to her and threw some nuts at her tree. She seemed to be watching me.

A woman came by and gave me a dirty look. People have been watching us, and once two women came by as Bernie was getting into a cab with Babygirl, and they started yelling at me that they were going to report us for stealing squirrels. When I explained that it was his pet, one of the women called me a liar. Bernie said I should just say that we're taking squirrels because we make good money selling them in Chinatown!

I did some shopping then came back for a final check before going home, and last I saw she was curled up in a ball with her eyes closed. I felt so  bad for her -- so exposed and defenseless! No nest box to sleep in. The other squirrels all seem to magically disappear "into the woodwork", but not Babygirl, who is just out there. Later that evening I heard predictions of rain starting tonight. Oh dear.

Babygirl in her tree

BTW many, many thanks to my generous benefactor who reads this blog regularly and has sent me a brand new Panasonic Lumix!

So we will be having pictures again!

Babygirl's next venture

Babygirl was brought out to the park again on Saturday morning. The rain was over and it was a nice, sunny day, a bit on the cool side. She immediately disappeared not to be seen again. It's going to be an Overnight.

Heavy Winds Cause Havoc

Early Christian Art occasionally included images of squirrels to emphasize an aphorism or moral. One such painting of St Jerome depicts a squirrel using the protection of its tail to endure a harsh storm.The inscription reads “Durabo,et quondam res expectado secunda  Quamis nuc male sit,non male simper erit”(I shall endure and expect once again more favorable things however bad it is now,it won’t be bad forever.)

I got caught in the winds tonight when I was downtown in the Wall St area and could barely get to the bus stop. I heard there were winds and storms up and down the coast from as far south as the Carolinas. And heavy winds destroyed the tent homes of about 12,000 Haitians living in tent camps. Those poor suffering people,  like the squirrels.

Tomorrow I will go over and check PCV. Will there be any dreys left?

Okay-- so all squirrels are not perfect

They have their little deviations. They can be bullies, they can be hyper, they can try to dominate, they can be greedy and selfish, they can be stand-offish. Sound familiar?

I was amazed how the leg of the little black baby (whom I now call Beebee because he answers to that) was improved. His toes, which had been swollen and red colored, are back to normal. He still has a bad leg and a limp. But he's on the mend. Amazing what good nutrition can do for a sick squirrel.

Why I love squirrels

Well we finally got the much-needed rain. And the not-needed wind along with it. I took a quick run over to PCV when the sun finally peeked through at 5pm. There I found lots of wet squirrels. And lots of leaves blown off the trees. It should be easier to spot Babygirl now when she's up a tree. Right now she's dry and toasty at home.

There were also many of those branches that make up the squirrels' dreys scattered all over the place. In fact while I was standing by the fountain I heard a huge plop! and saw that a large pile had dropped from a tree. It was such a heavy sound that I thought maybe there was a squirrel entangled in it, but careful inspection proved that it was only branchs from the drey.

Poor little squirrelies! They can't even keep their homes safe and sound with these strong winds we've been having. I wish I could do more to make their lives easier.

Thinking about this made me realize why I love squirrels. They work hard, yet they are constantly beset by Nature's vagaries. And they do nothing to deserve it. They've built some truly impressive nests so far this year, yet these can be blown away in one good storm.

Another thing that makes me love squirrels is that when I give one a nut,  before running away with it, the squirrel will often look up at me as if to say "thank you". Sweet or what?

And here's yet another reason why I love squirrels. See these pictures of Rama Rota and the baby bird? There is no thought in that little head of his of going after the bird, only curiosity. He knows it's not a Stuffie. Wonderful!

Squirrels are victims, not victimizers. Squirrels try to do the right thing, like building nests, burying nuts, caring for babies and fending off predators. Squirrels are polite. Squirrels are perfect. And that is why I love them so.

postscript:

I fed the little black baby with the bum leg. The leg did not look worse today, and maybe even a little bit better. He still has a good appetite. But he has a hunched back and his leg sticks out.  

post-postscript:
There will not be any more squirrel pictures because my camera has gone on the blink -- boohoo :(

If anyone can donate an old digital camera that works please contact me at thenuttyadmin@gmail.com

Slow Release Day 6: Babygirl's Big Adventure

Bernie went over to PCV early this morning and spent about 3 hours searching for Babygirl, with no luck. Later in the day I decided to take a break and go look for her. I went to the same spot we'd seen her in last, but there was no sign of her.  However I did see the little black one with the swollen leg. His rear left leg is so swollen that it hangs off from his body. It's full of pus and needs to drain. We had seen him for the first time yesterday when we were concerning ourselves with Babygirl.

I called Bernie who decided to come over with his net to try and catch the little fellow. As I tried to distance myself while Bernie moved in on him, I thought I saw a glimpse of gold in the tree where we'd left Babygirl, but then figured  it was my imagination. Gold because her tail has been bleached, which helps identify her. When you see the usual silverly glint of a squirrel's tail from a distance you immediately know it's not her.

Bernie was unable to catch the little black one, and ended up chasing it into the bushes and up a tree. We knew that was it, and he would not be coming down again. Bernie hates scaring a sick squirrel when they're already suffering, and he was feeling
dejected about it when suddenly I shouted "There she is!" And then he saw it too -- the flash of gold shooting down the tree -- the very same tree we'd left her in the night before!

She moved like the wind, and gave him a run for his money, but finally allowed herself to be caught. Even though she was squirming and growling when he grabbed her, she didn't struggle all that much, and didn't seem to mind at all when he kissed her. :) He took her all the way home in a cab in his bare hands, as he had not  expected to find her and had not brought the carrier.

He said she acted perfectly normal when she got home, and was playing with him on the bed, not sulking or pouting. Her little friend Julie was excited to have her back!  She was not hungry but she went straight to the water bowl. We've been worried that the squirrels aren't able to find enough water. We've had several hot days in a row with no rain.

Anyway, I'm glad that Bernie's trip was not wasted. And that Babygirl is home again. Now we have to look out for the little black one.  Speaking of little black ones, Bernie said that as he came across the park he saw a very small black baby over by the flag pole. My guess is it's the first sighting of one of Spunky's babies!

Slow Release Day 5: Babygirl's Big Adventure

I found out from some friends on the Squirrel Board that this is not a "soft release". A "soft release" is when you put the squirrel in a cage outside for maybe as long as a week to get used to the Great Outdoors. This helps them overcome their insecurity. Squirrels are sensitive little creatures. They need this. You can "hard release" a raccoon or a possum by opening your car door and dropping them out, but that doesn't work for squirrels. I think that's been the problem for Babygirl.

So maybe we should call this a "slow release", where the squirrel goes out to play then goes home at the end of the day. But so far it doesn't seem to be working that well for Babygirl, and seems to be more of a nightmare than a big adventure.

This morning Bernie called to say that Babygirl was going ballistic, bouncing off the walls with all her excess energy, and he thought he'd release her again. Well she turned out not to like the idea at all. She chattered angrily at him when he took her out of her carrier, to show her displeasure with the idea.

She hid from the other squirrels in the hedges, then finally climbed up a tree and went into statue mode again. All her earlier energy was gone and she was now in a deep funk. She was hanging over a branch like a limp dishrag from about 2:30pm until we left at around dusk, never moving a muscle.  Thank goodness the hawks have left the area!

Soft Release Day 4: Babygirl's Big Adventure

Babygirl has been found!

Bernie found her early this morning in the little park just northwest of where she'd been  released. She was over there with some other squirrels doing just fine, thank you very much -- well -- maybe a tad hungry is all.  He threw her an almond, which she took, then another as he got closer, and finally she jumped up on his arm. Guess she was pretty glad to see her dad! And he's been a good dad indeed. Babygirl is now back at home, playing and resting up for her next big adventure.

finis

All's Well that Ends Well

Soft Release Day 3: Babygirl's Big Adventure

Bernie got up at 6am and went to look for Babygirl, arriving just after dawn. No sign of her in the tree or on the ground. At least she hadn't fallen and been killed. But where was she?

Periodically throughout the day each of us checked on her. At one point we met up, and sat talking on a bench while watching the lawn for Babygirl. We walked around in the different directions she might have wandered, but didn't see her. Come nightfall there was still no sign of Babygirl. Where could she be, we wondered?  Maybe she had climbed into a hole in the tree and was sleeping there? She must be hungry by now. What a mystery.

To be continued...

Soft Release Day 2: Babygirl's Big Adventure

I had an early call from Bernie that he was bringing Babygirl back to PCV today. By the time I arrived she had already been released and he told me I had just missed the big excitement: she'd had a confrontation in a tree with an adult squirrel and there had been a skirmish, followed by a loud PLOP! as one of them fell from the tree. To Bernie's relief it was not Babygirl but the much larger squirrel that had fallen. The feisty little dynamo had won a turf battle on her second day out!

As he was telling me this I watched her climb a tall tree. Up, up, up she went, finally stopping to rest where the branches formed a vee.  She stayed there forever, motionless as a statue. We hung around for over an hour, but she never moved. Bernie said that squirrels do that sometimes, not to worry. But I worried. She was so high up in that tree! And nothing - not even her tail - ever moved. He eventually went to get some refreshments while I kept watching the tree. Nothing happened. We finally both had to leave as the day wore on.

I had some shopping to do, but returned later that afternoon to check on her. I did not see her in the tree, so I started hunting around for her, to no avail. Finally Bernie arrived and found that she was still up in the tree! She had moved laterally to the other side, where I'd neglected to look. She was no longer sitting in the vee, but was just hanging there motionless, hugging the tree. Hawk bait.

Luckily, the hawks seem to have left the PCV area. We think  winters may have been too harsh for them here, and many may have left the city. I can see from reading the sidebar Watching the Enemy that they're still breeding in Riverside Park, but the last time I saw any at PCV was early last winter when there was pack of maybe 9 or 10 of them sitting on the rooftop of one of the buildings here, and they all took off in unison, flying south. I don't believe they ever came back. Throughout last  winter I never saw another hawk. So we were not too worried about her having an encounter with a hawk.

We set up watch, trying to call her down. She neither went up or down but would only move horizontally around the tree. It dawned
on us that she was simply too petrified to climb down. Perhaps
her fall yesterday compounded by the other squirrel's
fall today contributed to her fear. Or maybe just looking down at the ground from that height was causing paralysis. For whatever  reason, Babygirl the Gladiator had met her come-uppance and was rooted to the spot.

Bernie was kicking himself for releasing her by such a tall tree. He walked around looking at all the smaller trees that would have been safer for practicing her first climbs. When it got dark we finally had to go, but it was hard leaving the little squirrel clinging to the tree. Would she be able to stay that way all night long? Would she fall asleep,  then fall to the ground? Would she eventually come down after dark when she couldn't see enough to be scared?

To be continued...

Soft Release Day 1: Babygirl's Big Adventure

The time had come to start a soft release program for Babygirl. Here she is back in May:

Babygirl

Today she's a total dynamo, strong and muscular and built like a sumo wrestler, a proud testament to her dad's Kozy Shack infant formula (which consists of Kozy Shack tapioca pudding and hazelnut milk).
The babies love it and lap it up. And the recent addition of some delicious cuisine minceur - fresh, locally found baby acorns -  has rounded out her powerful physique. When she visited my place a few weeks ago it was non-stop energy all afternoon, with her running back and forth and jumping up and down--  even on me!  After she left I was so exhausted from watching her that I needed an immediate nap.

What to do with all that pent-up energy? Perhaps it was time to introduce Babygirl to the Great Outdoors. So her dad took her over to Peter Cooper Village, having decided that it was an ideal environment. It's truly a squirrel's paradise, with big, shady trees, plenty of hedges for hiding and great lawns for foraging. Plus many Nice Humans for frequent feedings. And the weather has taken a turn for the better these days, with an endless series of golden autumn days. So it's the perfect time and place.

And so... here we go!

Come out, come out!

I don't know...

Dad, I don't think so...

It did take some persuasion, but her aggressive and dynamic nature took over, and soon Babygirl was cautiously exploring the hedges, checking out the lawn beyond and running up and down the trees just a little ways. She didn't go very far up which was good, because once we heard a PLOP! and saw that she'd actually fallen from a tree. Luckily no harm done. Climbing trees was a learning experience for Babygirl, and we could see that she was climbing a bit hesitantly and awkwardly. She had been rescued before her eyes had opened, when she would have still been in a nest. Apparently climbing trees does not come naturally even to a tree squirrel! Who knew?

Babygirl spent a while getting used to the territory and the other squirrels that were milling around. She became fairly relaxed and even started burying nuts (her favorite activity).

That was fun Dad, but can we go home now?

After her first day outside, Babygirl gets to go home.

babies falling from trees

This has the makings of  a shaggy squirrel story. First I met a man over by the fountain who told me there was a woman over by the flagpole who was wearing a running suit, who had found a baby squirrel and did not know what to do with it. He said he had seen her just 5 minutes ago, so I rushed across the park hoping to catch up with her. When I arrived there was no woman with a squirrel to be found. I began walking around looking for a baby squirrel on the ground. Then a UPS man came over and told me that a while ago he had seen a baby squirrel over by Bldg. 510, which is the easternmost building in the park. So we walked over there but there was no baby squirrel there now.  He said it had been right by the entrance, acting like it was trying to get in the front door. He peered into the lobby as if it might already be in there.  I spent some time searching around, but finally left when it began to get dark.

Later that evening I was speaking with Bernie Goetz, who  had called from upstate and unfortunately was not around to help, but he said he'd heard from a woman who found a baby squirrel that he was going to retrieve as soon as he got back. I figured that must be the woman in the running suit by the fountain.   I was glad to hear that and asked him to be on the lookout for the other baby as well, who might be still out there. He retrieved the one but wasn't able to find the other, so later that day I went back to search again. I was delayed feeding the other squirrels who had decided to be very hungry that day, so it was late by the time I got back to the spot where the baby had been seen by the UPS man.

There  I met a woman with a dog, who told me that just a little while ago she had seen TWO baby squirrels! She said they must have fallen from their nest and pointed to a tree by the park entrance where there was  a  large nest.  She said that one of its nest mates was already dead on the ground, but this one was alive and running around all over the place! She said it ran up a man's pants leg, then it ran straight towards her dog! "So you know it was acting crazy" she laughed. "Throw some nuts around for it" she sang out as she left. I didn't find it funny. I spent time looking for the poor little thing but to no avail.   I was cursing myself for always being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In fact I was heartsick about it.

A couple days later I was sitting on a bench having fun with my new friend Tom. Tom's a pigeon that thinks he's a squirrel. I've never fed  pigeons because I hate the way they all flock around all over you. But Tom was different, because he actually kept other pigeons at bay while I was trying to feed the squirrels. I liked that. So I started throwing an occasional shelled peanut morsel at Tom. And Tom liked that. Of course he didn't have a name yet.

Then a pretty young woman with a big basket sat down next to me on the bench and asked, "Would you like to see my squirrels?"

I said "Sure!"

She opened her basket and brought out a baby -- and it turned out to be the same baby that had been acting crazy the other day! She said its sibling had died but that she was able to save this little one. When she found it, it was unconscious on the ground but still breathing. Now it seemed to be just fine and looked up at me with a curious little face.  I was so relieved to find out it had been saved because I was still worried about it! Then she showed me the other one that she was given by a vet who was a bit younger and hadn't opened his eyes yet. She let me hold both of them. What a thrill.

Then she noticed my pigeon and told me about Henry, who is a pigeon that she'd recently healed and released.   I think it was the one that has no left foot but does very well in spite of that. He's very aggressive. She said he comes to the name Henry when you call him, and that I should give my pigeon a name. She said they're very smart, as smart as Dolphins. So that is how Tom got named (although I have no idea if he's a Tom or not, and really have no desire to know). But he is funny. When he's not scaring the other birds away or scaring the squirrels away, he creeps up close to my feet to grab a nut the same way a squirrel does it -- sneaking up slowly and sort of crouching so as (it believes)  not to attract attention - then either quickly grabbing the nut or sometimes losing its nerve and backing away. She said pigeons love peanuts for some reason. Maybe because they think they're squirrels?

So it looks like a nest of babies somehow lost their mama, but at least two were saved and have homes for the moment. Bernie now has his hands full with Baby Girl and Julie as well as the new baby and also an injured adult that arrived around the same time.

Bernie with Baby Girl and Julie

Can you spot the squirrel?

(hint: Baby Girl is burying a nut!)

Bernard Goetz on Aftermath with William Shatner

Just got word that the new show "Aftermath with William Shatner" is premiering on August 2nd, 2010 on the A&E Bio channel ... and Bernie Goetz will be the first episode! Here's the schedule of dates and times when the show can be viewed on TV:

http://www.biography.com/search/schedule.do?keywords=Aftermath
Looks like the video may be available on the web, meanwhile there's a preview available: http://www.biography.com/video.do?name=aftermath

Bernie's Biography: http://www.biography.com/articles/Bernhard-Goetz-578520

Yes, it's our squirrel pal, Bernie Goetz! And he may be talking about  squirrels (we can hope), among other things.  So be sure to tune in!!!

Subway Gunman, veggie Bernie Goetz plays with his squirrel