Cease Fire

The war with the bushy-tailed critters has ceased momentarily. There are bits and pieces of styrofoam scattered around the ground below the tower. Evidently, the foam did not taste good, and there was too much of it to consume in one attempt. There is no telling how long this ceasefire will last, but my guess is that it will end when the critters find a new way to attack. In past battles, the enemy defeated me by using their athletic abilities and jumped the gap between the feeder and the house roof. Thankfully, they have not yet learned the pathway to the house, and I’m not going to show them.

This is GrumpaJoe, War Correspondent, signing off for now.

Pay Off

The new bird feeder is paying off big time. Although it will cost me an arm and a leg to keep it full. The pleasure of seeing a flock of birds pecking away at seed on the ground and in the feeder more than makes up for the cost. I even enjoy watching the occasional squirrel stuffing himself. No doubt I will join the group of squirrel challenged adults and join in the Squirrel Olympics. There is nothing more mentally challenging than watching these athletic rodents and devising methods to deter them. To date, my record is zero versus 100’s of wins for the tail flipping critters.