Among my autumn decorations were two orange pumpkins and a green pumpkin-looking squash. One of the pumpkins, I parked in a front flower bed, and the other two, I parked on a bench in my front yard. It was a very artful and festive arrangement. The squirrels thought so, too.
I began to see teeth marks in the surface of one of the pumpkins. Then deeper scrapes. Then a hole. Autumn wore on. Halloween passed. Thanksgiving came and went. I began to gather up the pots of dead mums, split wood bushel baskets, and other bits of fall décor in order to make room for Snowy the Polar Bear, a red sled, and my Christmas outdoor greenery and lights. Still, I left the green squash and the one orange pumpkin on the front bench.
One day in very, very early December, I looked out my front window to see a squirrel’s derriere complete with bushy tail, poking up from an enormous hole in the pumpkin! I laughed out loud and took a picture. Well, why not? Squirrels gotta eat, too.
My sister had given me a concrete pillar, which I put in the back for birdseed. Of course, the squirrels would clean it off before any birds could get to it. I moved all remaining squash to the top of the pillar, and gave the squirrels full permission to chow down. As if they needed my okay.
All that remains now, are a couple of hunks of pumpkin, some stray seeds, and a lone stem. Glad I could be of some assistance. It may be a long, cold winter.