They live in deciduous forests, those with trees that lose their leaves in the fall. They love acorns and beech nuts but will eat the seeds from maples and birch when there is no mast crop. Actually, they eat insects, baby birds, other small rodents, eggs, grasses, wild fruits and berries. They gather food all summer and store it for the cold winter months. Using their keen sense of smell, they find their stored cache when times are tough.
Gray squirrels mate in the winter and have two litters of young each year — one in the spring and one in the summer. They raise their young in nests built of leaves in the crotches of large trees.
Most of our eastern squirrels are gray, but there is a black variety.
My wife, Pat, and I were camping on Wellesley Island in the St. Lawrence River one summer. Every squirrel there was as black as coal except for one, which was an albino. He really stuck out like a sore thumb.
One day I was driving down Chestnut Street. Two gray squirrels were walking across a wire from one side of the street to another. Squirrels are great tree top athletes and use their tails for balance. They’re not bad on tight ropes (wires) either.
I’m glad the squirrels are back. Maybe they were there all the time, but I never seemed to notice.
I do have to give them credit, though. They’re a heck of a lot quieter in the leaves than their distant cousin. The chipmunk makes enough noise to wake the dead, but if that squirrel hadn’t crossed in front of me, I’d never have known he was there.
Rick Brockway writes a weekly outdoors column for The Daily Star. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.