The marauding squirrel is daring to the extreme. One bushy tailed gal, full of curiosity and bravado, invaded our bird feeder after many futile attempts. The feeder is an open, pink-hued glass plate and hangs from a ten inch chain recessed beneath the roof’s eaves. The pesky intruder sneaks from above and stretches her elastic-like body over protruding gutter. With adrenaline flowing, she reaches the chain and drops into the dish. There she sits, proud and smug, enjoying the spoils of war.
Though I’ve set saucers of bird seed at the base of several trees, this squirrel prefers doing things the hard way – an unfortunate habit gleaned from human association.
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