Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Given that I love Autumn as a season, it’s probably no great surprise that Halloween would be a favourite event in the calendar.  Another excuse, as if any self-respecting squirrel needs one, to roast some chestnuts and curl up in front of the glow of a pumpkin lantern and happily chomp away.

I’m planning on dressing up as a vampire squirrel this year and I’m hoping to get my fangs into the sweet white flesh of some virgin… coconut.  Mwuhahah!

This pic of me is an old one, but a goodie nonetheless.  It was taken in 2002 when I was on my American tour – hence the stars-and-stripes jumper I’m wearing.

I wish you all a Happy Halloween and more treats than tricks this year!

The Reds are coming!

Is it a rodent? Is it a superhero?

In my last post, I voiced some concern about some humans’ misplaced love of the red squirrel and how this could have unforeseen consequences and only be a bad thing for us greys.

So, it came as no great surprise when I read the news yesterday that those pesky, but apparently oh-so-cute, red squirrels have made it across the Menai Straits and are now on the Welsh mainland.  This is worrying news for Welsh greys.  We were quite happy for them to have their own little colony on Anglesey where they were no bother to us, but to come onto our turf is well out of order.

Oh, and it gets better.  Word is, that the reds who have made it across are colonising.  Think it might be time for me to whizz up there and put a stop to that kind of nonsense before it gets out of hand. My jet is currently in the shop being pimped so I will have to get up there the old-fashioned way and fly like a superhero – it’s a little nippy at this time of year as the nights draw in and now that the clocks have gone back but needs must. I have to stop the encroachment before it’s too late.

So, if you see any lightning-fast grey objects over Wales in the next five minutes, worry not good people – it is only I, Super-Squirrel, on his way to fight the incursion.


Anti-grey squirrel activity

I nearly spluttered my almond-flavoured coffee over the keyboard this morning when I read the latest news from Wales on the BBC News website.  There is talk of a grey squirrel cull on the Gower early next year, followed by a plan to re-introduce those pesky but apparently oh-so-cute red squirrels in our place some years later.  The ‘conservation’ group behind these plans is heartened by the success of a similar scheme in Ynys Mon (aka the isle of Anglesey in North Wales).

Ground squirrel forces out on manoeuvres

Well, let me tell you this, people of Gower, my troops will be armed and ready and waiting for you if you want to try such a hare-brained scheme.  Be afraid, be very afraid!

Oh, and it gets better.  Some human beaker bods are working on ways to control grey squirrel fertility – yeah, well, good luck with that one!  I am incredibly fertile and I ain’t going to be eating no food (or bait as they stupidly call it) laced with some dodgy immuno-contraceptive.  There’s a reason why me and my crew moved up to chocolate-coated peanuts and shop bought nuts generally.  It’s not only much more convenient, it’s also a damn sight safer to eat!

“Chestnuts roasting in a fan oven…”

Clutching his chestnuts

…doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, does it? But sadly, we don’t have an open fire, and the wench told me she didn’t think roasting chestnuts over candles would really (a) work or (b) be that safe or sensible. She’s such a spoilsport. Ho hum.

Keep the chestnut fires burning

Anyway, despite the fact that they weren’t roasted over a fire like the one in Umbria (see fire piccie), they tasted pretty good for the first chestnuts of the year and at least I didn’t singe my nose foraging. That Umbrian fire was pretty fiercely hot even towards the end of the evening. Ouch! Still, it is our scars and imperfections that make us interesting and memorable to other people.

I love Autumn. Plenty of crispy funky-coloured leaves to scamper through that make a cool rustling sound, an abundance of nuts in the shops (saves precious foraging time and frees me up to do other more important things), lots of (squirrel) grey skies and a slight nip in the air, putting some colour in my cute little cheeks and a sparkle in my devilishly handsome eyes.