My husband really thought he had the problem licked here at the manor house on the hill. Ever since he’d strung wire from the corner of the house to the dogwood tree, and then attached the bird feeders to the wire, he’d kept the squirrels at bay on those feeders at least.
Since then, we’ve enjoyed seven weeks of squirrel-free bird feeders and views of nothing but aviary visitors. But you warned me . . . yes you did . . . you told me that the squirrels would figure it out eventually.
And I’m here to say that they have, the little rats.
I was having my lunch in the breakfast nook yesterday, when I noticed a lot of commotion out at the feeders. I looked outside and was shocked to see that every feeder had a squirrel eating from it.
What the heck?!!
So I got the camera, hoping to catch them walking across the wire, balancing like acrobats, or better yet, find out how they were getting up there in the first place.
I took several photos and captured them balancing on thin wire, which I found hard to believe. They are superb at this, these little varmints are.
Do you see that pole on the right in the photo above?
My husband discovered today that this is how they’re getting up and down.
And so . . .
(are you ready for this?)
. . . he greased the pole.
Unfortunately, I have no photos of this. I was at work when he got out the axle grease and applied it to the pole, making it quite slippery.
And guess what?
It didn’t stop them.
Their incriminating little paw prints were all over the pole, he told me. So down it came – and something else is now in its place.
I failed to get photos of them traversing the wire, because right in the middle of the photo session, they suddenly scattered, most of them dropping directly to the ground. A small hawk had shown up and perched in the dogwood tree.
Unfortunately, this is all I was able to capture before he flew off again.
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I mean, if you want me to, that is ~
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