Reader Monica Schreiber (nee Hayde) saw our postlet about the American Goldfinch in our backyard the other day, and shared a wildlife story of her own.
Schreiber, a Prairie, Indian Hills and SM East graduate, has lived in the San Francisco area for more than 20 years, but each year she and her family return to visit her parents in the house where she grew up.
“This young squirrel bounded up to them, seemingly seeking attention like a dog,” Schreiber said. “At first, we were all a little freaked out and the girls ran away screaming.”
But the squirrel wouldn’t give up, and soon enough he was climbing up the girls’ legs and sitting in their laps. He ate out of their hands. The girls named him Pipsqueak (or “Pip” for short). Over the course of their five day visit, the li’l guy regularly descended from his tree for more quality time with the girls.
“While he was occasionally wary, he clearly enjoyed human company,” she said. “Who needs an Easter Bunny when you have an ‘Easter Squirrel’?”
Schreiber said that her mother has told her that the squirrel is still thriving, though he seems a bit more wary of people than he had when they first encountered him over Easter. She wonders if maybe the squirrel might have been raised by people.
“So, was Pip just an unusually tame squirrel, born without any innate fear of humans…or did someone hand-raise this squirrel and release him (her?) on 69th Terrace?” she writes. “Do the readers of the PV Post have any ideas?”
So, readers, do you?