Years ago when I kept spotting them one winter, I considered doing
a series of sketches of what I had assumed were abandoned birds’ nests.
A reader had commented that based on the size, the nests might belong to
squirrels, not birds – and might not necessarily be abandoned.
Spring came, the trees leafed out, and I forgot about the series. But every winter when the trees go bare, they occasionally reveal large nests that probably do belong to squirrels (and I still occasionally sketch them).
Last year when we were battling squirrels that took up residence under our roof, I often raised a fist and shouted, “Why can’t you live in all those trees out there?” gesturing helplessly at the many large trees nearby. “You’re a squirrel, aren’t you?”
Despite my frustration, it makes squirrel sense – in the warmer seasons when the trees have concealing leaves, squirrels feel safe nesting in them. Come winter, mama squirrels look for more secluded, warmer places to nest, like under our roof (which, I’m relieved to report, has remained squirrel-free since October). And once mama finds a warm, safe roof, why not return for the next litter? Trees are so last year.