I’ve tried tying moth balls in pantyhose and dangling them from branches. Doesn’t work. Dangling pie-plates from branches. Doesn’t work. Wrapping the trees in mesh. Only works if you seal every possible gap with plastic ties.
I need to reframe my view of squirrels for you. When I was a little girl, growing up in Montreal, I LOVED squirrels. Thought they were the cutest things ever with their little bushy tails. They were mostly grey and some were brown. Moving to Toronto in 1982, I encountered, for the first time in my life, black squirrels. Strange looking, but I got used to them, too. My grandmother, however, did not. She was convinced they were rats with bushy tails. She had never liked them in Montreal, but now, in Toronto, the black squirrels were evil rats, ready to pounce on her. She would NOT take a walk in the park and would only gingerly venture into my mother’s spacious garden, backing onto a stunning park. Sadly, the image of bushy-tailed rats ready to jump on one’s head, is what has stuck with me. So my battle with the squirrels, is a battle with rats.
Darn it. That fat grey rat with the super-bushy tail just grabbed another nectarine. That’s MY organic produce! Gotta go and chase it away with my big orange fruit-picking pole (doesn’t work, but makes me feel better.)