the Great Twitter Wars Part 2
I was already indignant with the mockingbirds eating all my blueberries.
This morning I woke up to another indignity. I caught a great big ole fat squirrel on my feeder (not John’s lesser, rejected one) and that little sonovagun was eating the birdseed right out of the top of the feeder.
How in the world did he get that open?
Let me tell you he was going to town in there, too. I did a double take when I first saw it because I wasn’t sure it was, in fact, a squirrel. Oh, yes it was, and that little chunky monkey was getting fatter on my nickel. Um, birdseed.
The cardinals were a little put out by it, too, because they were dive-bombing the feeder like a bunch of World War II aces.
It was rather entertaining right up until I’d remember I was insulted by the squirrel, then I’d be all mad again and everything.
Of course, I wasn’t so mad that I didn’t see the hilarity of it, so I grabbed the camera so I could share it.
Because I love you like that, dear reader.
We’ve given up on feeding the birdies because the evil squirrels think that this is their home and take up residence in the attic. They’re practically impossible to get rid of!
My problem is with the sparrows at my feeder. They are unabashed pigs. They can empty two feeders in an afternoon and keep the rest of the birds away in the process. I think I’ll switch to sunflower seeds. Would serve them right if they can’t crack them open with their tiny little sparrow beaks. Now who’s mocking whom? Yeah, that’s right ….
“tiny little sparrow beaks.”
what’s wrong with you? are you begrudging those poor little pigs their afternoon smorgasbord?
i’ve seen squirrel-proof bird feeders which are simply just metal poles with holes. the rats with tails almost always win.
well, the rats with fluffy tails entertain me, too. in fact, I like how the birds gang up on them.
cowards.