Fluff
Happy Monday, mes enfants, if such a thing is possible.
It seems that we are in the business of paying protection money to squirrels now. When I mentioned them last ()and I never did post the photos), they were still cutesy little fluffy things and how we smiled at their antics. Well, they still are. Unfortunately they are as opportunistic and lazy as they are athletic and hungry.
Not being content merely to find increasingly amusing ways of getting on to the tray bird feeder, they have demolished over the course of the weekend, four fat balls that we put out in the other feeder. I don’t mind them scoffing the peanuts and stuff, but really, the fat balls are supposed to be for the exclusive use of our little feathered friends. We have a couple of bluetits and some chaffinches that regularly visit the garden hoping for food and there is a solitary robin that sits forlornly on its favourite branch on the cherry tree watching wistfully as the furry thugs hog the bird table, demolish the stocks of nuts and scatter the seeds – the bit the robin would like – everywhere. He would also like some of the worms from the fat balls too, I expect, but he’s out of luck for now at least.
The birds do get some of the food, but by and large they are sidelined by the squirrels, which frankly, could feed themselves adequately elsewhere. It’s not so late in the season that food is in short supply.
I know we’ve arrived in the land of the homeowner/gardener when I stop to think that we are indulging ourselves in that age-old game of ‘beat the squirrel’.
Is there a club? Do you have membership cards and decoder rings? Can you send me details?
It seems that we are in the business of paying protection money to squirrels now. When I mentioned them last ()and I never did post the photos), they were still cutesy little fluffy things and how we smiled at their antics. Well, they still are. Unfortunately they are as opportunistic and lazy as they are athletic and hungry.
Not being content merely to find increasingly amusing ways of getting on to the tray bird feeder, they have demolished over the course of the weekend, four fat balls that we put out in the other feeder. I don’t mind them scoffing the peanuts and stuff, but really, the fat balls are supposed to be for the exclusive use of our little feathered friends. We have a couple of bluetits and some chaffinches that regularly visit the garden hoping for food and there is a solitary robin that sits forlornly on its favourite branch on the cherry tree watching wistfully as the furry thugs hog the bird table, demolish the stocks of nuts and scatter the seeds – the bit the robin would like – everywhere. He would also like some of the worms from the fat balls too, I expect, but he’s out of luck for now at least.
The birds do get some of the food, but by and large they are sidelined by the squirrels, which frankly, could feed themselves adequately elsewhere. It’s not so late in the season that food is in short supply.
I know we’ve arrived in the land of the homeowner/gardener when I stop to think that we are indulging ourselves in that age-old game of ‘beat the squirrel’.
Is there a club? Do you have membership cards and decoder rings? Can you send me details?
