Skip to comments.Squirrel Mother Goes Nuts & Attacks Dog Trying To Eat Her Baby
Posted on 11/24/2009 4:30:31 PM PST by BunnySlippers
After the whirlwind attack the mother squirrel springs free of the dog and rushes her baby back up into the safety of the tree.
The frustrated dog is left sitting forlornly at the base of the tree as its prey escapes into the upper branches.
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I got tons of squirrels trying to steal my birdseed, I just shoosh them off.
They are cute to watch for a while, and have been getting braver and braver as time goes by.
It’s easy to get the warm fuzzy feelings over an animal that’s cute.
But there is no doubt in my mind that if you messed with a squirrel who got up on the wrong side of the tree this morning, he could make you wish you were never born!
Tough little suckaz! And fast!
A little late in the year for baby squirrels.
Actually there is a little park just outside of Griffith Park in Los Angeles that has literally hundreds and hundreds of squirrels. My kitten was mesmerized by them and we would sit at a picnic table with a half dozen of them on the tabletop.
After awhile I began to get a queasy feeling about them. Although they are cute and fun to watch, I would not want to go one-on-one with them.
I like them. but keep my distance.
Get one of those pole feeders with the dish on top - then spray the pole with WD-40. Squirrels can't climb up it...
Gramps would keep his squirrel gun on the back porch. He used to eat em.
I feed the squirrels - they're way more interesting than birds :~)
Wouldn’t it be nice if Republican politicians fought as hard to protect our liberties as this mommy squirrel fought for her baby.
Not much of a dog.
My dog kills and eats groundhogs, possums, skunks, squirrels and coons. And cats.
Not kidding about the skunks either. She likes the smell, seems like. Unfortunately for me.
She’d take a deer too if she could catch one...keeps trying...so far no luck.
Why yes. It would be *very* nice.
I'm not holding my breath, though.
It appears that a squirl has more sense to protect its baby than a pro-abort NOW member.
time for the Marine squirrel, chieftain!
Wait until you see chieftain’s Marine squirrel!
I wanna see! :)
A squirrel once tangled with my oldest Lab - my Choc female who is a savvy old hunting dog. He got in a couple of bites on her nose, but after ten seconds he was one DEAD squirrel. She did a victory lap with him in her mouth, bloody but unbowed.
I agree. Don’t think the lab Bubba would hurt a squirrel, he might play with it until it wished it was dead.
Squirrel biscuits and gravy.
Now that high eatin’ right there I tell ya.
Dang! I was rooting for the dog.
She has run down chukars and winkled mallards out of the weeds on islands in the middle of ponds. She just picks them up by the middle of the back and carries them with her neck fully extended. They can flap and quack all they want, she ignores it and delivers them to hand.
When my oldest dog was unable to attend a hunting seminar, I was thrilled to find that my middle dog has the same talent:
Both gunners completely missed that hen mallard, and she complained bitterly all the way back to the line. Ruby didn't care, she just kept on galloping.
"I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!"
(Snip and cut to the chase.)
"As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid itit was that close.
I hate to run over animals and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.
Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, Banzai! or maybe, Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum! as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.
Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.
I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.
That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.
But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.
This was an evil attack squirrel of death!
Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!
The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.
I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.
The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in well I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebodys tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.
About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however.
The rpms on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop.
Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrels tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.
Finally I got the upper hand I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.
Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.
Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.
I heard screams. They weren't mine...
I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.
I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.
So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to let the professionals handle it anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger
That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car
I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood.
As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...Ill take my chances with the freeway. Every time.
And Ill buy myself a new pair of gloves."
So does one of my dogs except once he brought a live possum into the house. Little sucker played “possum” so he was easy for me to catch and release.
I figure that any squirrel that can survive an attack like that, deserves to be fed the rest of his life.
Lol, that squirrel is looking forward to TURKEY!!
Hilarious 50mm, thanks for pinging.
So does one of yours what?
Likes skunk smell and eats skunk?
I feed my birds Safflower birdseed, the squirrels don’t like it and the birds love it.
He has consumed your list of rodents except the skunk and cat. He never has a scratch on him.
My son was dog-sitting for a friend. His hamster picked that night, of all nights, to escape.
Oh look! A squeaky toy!
He found a very wet lump of fur the next morning. It was alive, and somehow not badly injured.
Never tried to get out of its cage after that...
I’ve got photos of a squirrel ripping tail feathers from a Red shouldered hawk. The hawk made the mistake of landing near a squirrel nest. The hawk did not argue, it took off in a panic. A female with a baby can be a dangerous critter.
LOL! That’s one SCARY squirrel.
Do you mean the black sunflower seeds?
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