Moving Day

Our closest neighbors here in the campground at Collier Memorial State Park are actually a family of Douglas Squirrels.  They live in an abandoned bird house less than ten feet from our motor home.  Up until today we had only seen the mom. Although we had never seen or heard any babies you could tell the mom was a nursing female. Evidently today she decided to move.  Might have been something I said, but I suspect it was Buster.  Her method of moving was to grab a youngster by the nap of the neck and drag it to a new home about thirty yards away. This worked on the first one, but she spent the next couple of hours in vain trying to coax and drag any others out of the box. I’m sure there are two more, maybe three. Everything is quiet this evening, we will see what tomorrow brings.