Our world is still buried in snow but somehow, Garry got out on the deck and shoveled his way to the feeder. Which was good because one of our squirrels had just emptied it.
That squirrel stares me down through the windows. I KNOW he can see me but he seems to know that as long as I’m in the house, I’m no danger, so he just eats and eats and eats. I don’t mind his eating, but it would be nice if he left a little for the birds.
So after Garry put fresh food out, the birds descended in force!
Happy spiky, jagged, pointy, bristly, serrated, prickly, spiny, and barbed’ squares!