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Squirrel graveyard: slightly graphic

19 years ago

My active compost pile is mostly rabbit box contents- which includes wood pellets as fertilizer. They work great, and turn into sawdust when they get wet.

Well, as it composts, the sawdust takes longer and you end up with a pile that's pushing towards 30-40% fine sawdust.

Now it rains... and rains... and rains some more. Somewhere between 4-7" last week at 32-42F, most of it at once. I shoulda covered the pile, and now it's colder than my ex wife, and soggier than her lasagna. The temp reads 80F in the warmer parts.

So- it was with some despair that I came home to find that I had trapped a squirrel on my porch. We'll call this squirrel Ramundo. I live in a log home, and they think it's a big tree. They're dangerous with wiring and try to find ways in- so I try and pick off the ones that make a home in my attic vents.

If you come on my porch, expect a toothless banjo playing redneck attitude (hayy skwerl- you sure have a purdy mouth)

This is where it all sort of gets a little Sopranos (including the .177 behind the ear). Unfortunately the pile isn't up to snuff to digest the critters that I might snuff right now (I like to see at least 130F), so poor Ramundo goes into the pumpkin mound with some oak leaves for a bed and some acorns for his journey. It is with sadness that I carry out this duty, but it's part of living where and how I live.

In my digging, however, I uncover Ramundo's dad- let's call him "Herbert West". Herb's a bit skinnier and a bit flatter than when he decided to be pumpkin food in the later fall- but his hair still looks good.

The moral of the story- if you need to whack a rodent- make sure that you have someplace to put it. They compost quite nicely in a good sized hot pile- last year I had a whole adult groundhog (biggun!) and 2 squirrels in one pile that didn't last a week.

Meat and bones really can be composted. Clint Eastwood would tell you "A man's got to know his limitations". This is really the onbly time that I've found a thermometer to be of any real help (they're fun, but not necessary). An 80F pile steams like crazy on a cold day when you dig into it, taking the actual temp is a good help and keeps me from having a pile that I would have to let sit a lot longer before I was really comfortable with it (and would end up with uncomposted bones in it).

Comments (10)

  • 19 years ago

    Pablo
    Reading your post above and cracking up, damn tree rats!! Do I understand that you raise rabbits? If so, I'm really curious to learn to do so myself. I know nothing about rabbits though but have really been giving it some thought. Can you email me privatly about it? Thanks in advance.
    Alberta

  • 19 years ago

    My tumbler is home to a bunny right now. I was out in the backyard and my terrier was busy playing with a "squeeky toy". I went about my chores untill I stopped hearing squeeking. Then walked over and told her how good of a dog she was. Then picked the bunny up and put it into a bucket. The terrier went on to look for another squeeky toy. My tumber is cooking nicely at 150 degrees F. All that will be left is some bones when I dump it. I have cooked squirrels in there before, the only thing I see is the skull.
    Sandy

  • 19 years ago

    Eeew, yuck!

  • 19 years ago

    I had the joy of playing wack a mole today.

    I do not have a hot pile right now so I put them in the meadow where they get picked up by hawks and turkey buzzards (or some darn thing).

    I thought about lining the garden with their little heads on sticks, as a warning to others, but I just wasn't up to the task.

  • 19 years ago

    I too have a terrier that helps with the pile. Squrriels, rabbits, mice, and moles. In the spring, I get a lot of roadkill in front of the house. They go in too! The last ground hog I got is now pushig up a hosta.

  • 19 years ago

    All of the neighbor kids were horrified when I composted a cat that had been hit in the street.

    My pile gets squirrels, birds, etc who meet an untimely demise in these parts.

    I do draw the line at things that we actually consider pets.

    Our beloved black lab rests by the garden gate but I don't plant over her.

  • 19 years ago

    wow - I was feeling like a murderer a couple of weeks ago. While clearing an old firepit/brushpile I almost kissed a medium size(3 to 4 ft) rattlesnake who was coiled up, still a little groggy from the cool weather. Whacked him into a bunch of pieces with a flat hoe, making him the first ingredient in my new lasagna bed. Just couldn't trust him in my yard, as my chocolate lab is not varmint savvy, and my neighbors have a very young child. Now that I know Pablo is knocking off cute little furry animals for his compost I feel much better.....

  • 19 years ago

    I guess I'm an opposite to most, if not all, of you folks.

    I actually feed my squirrels, putting out a dish of fresh sunflower seeds on my veranda every morning at 7am for a couple of squirrels which are not timid about coming close to the house. We also have a log home, but there's no attic or crawl space, just vaulted ceilings throughout. Even so, it is a double-walled structure and if one of the squirrels came in, it could mean trouble. I've adopted the thought that if I feed them outside, then they won't want to come in as there is no need. This policy has worked quite well for three years. Prior to that, they would try.

    Now, I did throw half a mouse in the compost last year that our cat, Jack, caught in the basement. I wasn't too please when he brought it up for us to see his prize catch. He plopped it on the bed as we were waking up in the morning... I always imagine he lounges on the recliners and watches TV when were out of the house - probably saw the Godfather the day before...

  • 19 years ago

    tiffy- I would have less problems with the squirrels if we hadn't had 2 in the house in the past 5 years. With the last one- my wife barricaded herself and the 2 dogs in the bathroom and called me hysterical (she had the fireplace shovel for protection). LOL

  • 19 years ago

    Too hilarious Pablo!!!!! You made my ribs hurt!!

    My dogs, a Black Lab and a Valley Bulldog, would destroy the house chasing such a thing... They get worked up when they hear them on the veranda. DH loves to open the door and watch them go!