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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
heh heh heh...
NOOOOOOON !!! don't hurt them yvan !!! poor little squirrlies !! send them to me, i'll take care of them.
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Don't worry Zelda. Even with a name like mine I can't hurt a fly, only mosquitoes.(NASty inventions they are)
Those five cuties were Martha's third and last brood; as far as I know. That was 3 years ago. To get to them I had to fight my fear of hights and dismantle sofits in the second storey of the house to perform the squirrelectomy. I carefully put the pups in a cage trap behind an other mesh that I wired in. But Martha would not go in because she remembered my catching her in the same cage the preceding year. (I drove her 5 km away across a river and the $?*&% came back) She just circled around the cage, round and round without daring to go in. Then I had the idea of covering the cage with a rag so she could only see through the opening. She got in.
This time I drove the whole family to my folk's property which is surrounded by woods, 25km away from my place. The next year I built safer scaffoldings to safely dismantle every soffit and rebuilt them with siliconed aluminum.
I did manage to find the main entry way which had been a mystery because Martha was always quick to get in. She used the trees adjoining the house for a four foot jump down to the roof, climbed over the top, then crawled through a 2 inch opening the roofers had left when they redid it. It's been a squirelless two years... until I find them here...
