10/19/2026
It’s time for our sixth “Marvelous Mammals Monday.” Each Monday we’ll feature a photo of one of our native mammals, along with a charming description from a classic (1920’s) book on mammals: Ernest Thompson Seton’s “Lives of the Game Animals.” For the next few weeks we’ll feature our native squirrels, in “size place” from smallest to biggest. Today’s “featured guest” is #4 in the “squirrel parade,” our most common member of the family - the Gray Squirrel. And, to quote Mr. Seton:
“The food of the Gray-squirrel is chiefly nuts in the nut season, berries in the berry season, and buds of maple and elm when all else fails. And nearly all available kinds of seeds, acorns, leaves, roots, bulbs, tubers, insects and fungus must be added to this list. While there is little on the woodland bill of fare that the Gray-squirrel will not eat, all observers agree that his favorite food is the hickory nut. Where the hickories are, we find the Gray-squirrel; their ranges practically coincide. His appetite for hickory nuts amounts almost to a passion. He will pass by all other foods, and brave innumerable dangers, for a feast of his favorites. So eager is he for the annual bounty of his mother tree, that he cannot await the decent time of ripening, but cuts them while they are green. He is like a greedy small boy who is too impatient to wait for the thorough baking of his cake, so nibbles at the unsatisfactory unwholesome dough.
Everyone who has fed the Gray-squirrels in a city park has noted the nut-burying instinct. Undoubtedly, the underlying idea is to lay up a store of the present abundance, for use in time of scarcity. But how can he find the place of each of the many caches, especially when months elapse, and snow is on the ground, and hard frost is in the air, and the earth is like a stone? It seems absolutely certain that he does not find more than a very small proportion of the buried treasure. What happens to those that he does not find? They grow! Here, I think, we have the true answer. The Gray-squirrel, prompted by blind instinct, is planting nut trees for his posterity to enjoy.”
(PS - photo of Gray Squirrel standing on a log by Ranger Marty)