Happy Star Wars Day!
The squirrel has figured out a way to get on the feeder crossbar, with out needing a boost from the bird bath. Haven't seen him do it yet, but I see him on the pole. Several times now, actually.
Husband is working hard at dissuading it. This has lead to an amusing battle.
Squirrel jumps on pole. Glares into the house to check for Husband.
Husband laughs, the game is on.
Squirrel jumps up to crossbar.
Husband walks to window, taps on glass. Squirrel backs away on crossbar, glaring at Husband. Husband then taps again, while leaning forward, and editorializing on why it doesn't need to be there.
Squirrel reaches for feeder, Husband opens the window a smidge. The noise startles the squirrel to an Olympic long jump, and scorching run to the oak tree. Husband cracks up, since he loves to see how far it jumps each time.
Aaaaand, about an hour or so later, they do it all over again.
I think I should invest in a squirrel feeder. Or something.
But I need to make popcorn, I want to see who wins!
1 comment:
Heeheehee! The squirrel wins, eventually, as the human has other things to occupy the time than babysitting the feeder. I hate to say it, however he's getting up there, he will keep doing it. The only way is to move the feeder or change to another type he just can't get on.
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