One intrepid graphics reporter decided to find out, putting together this nifty, visually-driven census count in the New York Times. (I love it so much I had to dust off my neglected squirrel blog and do a post!)
“It wasn’t easy. Squirrels move quickly, and it can be hard to judge what color they are.”
Moans, kuks, quaas. New (and terrific) words to me. These are the squirrel noises she had to track.
Here in Austin, we have at least two squirrel families and several cantankerous males that live in our eight Live Oak trees (they are Eastern fox squirrels, though, not gray squirrels like those in NYC).
As Live Oak trees tend to do, their branches are all interconnected at the top amongst themselves and our neighbors’ trees, forming a canopy, AKA a squirrel highway. Every hour of the day, I can look out my office window and see one resting or frolicking on a tree branch, often while moaning, kuking or quaasing (I assume these sounds can be gerund verbs? If not, they should be.)
So just how many did they squirrel census counters find? You’ll have to read the piece to see the final tally.