When I moved here I wanted to compost even though it is dumb to compost in bear country. Clever me decided to run my kitchen scraps through the blender on liquify, then dig a hole under my pinyon pine next to my house. Pour it in, cover it up with dirt, and no bears. True, I didn’t see any bears digging it up.
Twenty or more years ago a machine cut a 36 foot semicircle out of my hillside to create the flat spot where my trailerstead lives. For whatever reason the cut has not eroded much, but it has become a condo high rise for burrows. I only see cotton tails but not sure what else lives in the couple dozen entry holes of varying sizes. I saw a cottontail digging furiously to make a new hole this past summer. I also saw just one Rock Squirrel with a hole close to the top.
One day I noticed the Rock Squirrel had gained a lot of weight and was having trouble getting up to his burrow. I started laughing because it looked silly… but… I started watching him closer. Her? Expectant Mom?
Keep in mind that Rock Squirrels are a foot and a half long and weigh a pound and a half when fighting trim. They have nasty rat teeth, too. They are the hummer of squirrels. They are also a Happy Meal for Brer Coyote and Brer Hawk and Brer Rattlesnake… I’ m sure you get the idea.
Still, I caught this squirrel digging up my liquified compost and snacking on it. He carefully covered it back up after he was done and I couldn’t tell it had been robbed. He barely gave me a chance to finish burying it for him before he was at it.
I went on strike and quit putting liquid compost out. But Rocky disappeared soon afterwards. I suspect he was too heavy to run from his predators. I mean, Rocky can live ten years and I’d only known him 8 months or so.
His condo is still empty and I hope for a new tenant one of these days. I also hope I didn’t feed him to death, but it might have happened that way.