I just love the Douglas squirrels or chickarees as they are nicknamed-their loud chatter and playful antics are always fun to encounter in the Yosemite high country.
Part of my ode to the chickaree, from my upcoming book Yosemite Wildlife with the
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In my wanderings in Yosemite, I have had the good fortune to partake in many conversations with chickarees. Any intruder into their territory is first assumed to be a threat. Harry Parker, in Mammals of Yosemite National Park, describes the squirrel’s approach to strange encounters as “if the intruder is noisy, or startles the chickaree, the animal’s extensive vocabulary is brought into play and one is readily convinced that this animal can swear!” Although our meetings usually have begun with the squirrel giving me a stern scolding, the discussion tends to end on a friendly note, once they realize I am not interested in taking over their territory or locating their secret food cache. The chickaree really does possess a bark worse than their bite, and their boisterous manner and constant chatter actually act as a benign defensive mechanism, as noted in Mammals of the World: “Most interactions between individuals are agnostic because individuals aggressively defend territorial boundaries with vocalizations and chases.”
The antics of the chickaree match the expressiveness of their vocal chatter, with feet stomping and tail flicking accentuating their message. This is truly a squirrel who knows how to throw some serious shade! And if their words and manner aren’t enough of a take down to us humans, they will also make you feel inferior with their astounding agility. For along with their chatter, they are a delight to watch as they scale the trees, talented in the art of squirrel parkour, dashing and bounding in their universe of the forest canopy. In One Day on Beetle Rock, naturalist and writer Sally Carrighar re-creates the life of a host of Sierra forest creatures, including the chickaree. “Every branch in his trees he would make his own beyond question, by knowing all its turns, its twigs and lichen, and the leaping distance from other boughs.”
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A chickaree I encountered at Gaylor Lakes in Yosemite.