A couple of months ago our upstairs neighbour knocked on our door, visibly shaken. Some baby oak trees that he’d been nurturing on his balcony had been dug up by squirrels in a daring overnight raid. They weren’t just any baby oak trees – he’d brought the acorns back from Central Park in New York and had germinated them on his kitchen windowsill.
Happily, four mini trees remain intact and are now about six inches high. They’re currently residing in the front garden, which is as yet squirrel-free.