When we manage to convince the squirrels that it’s time to unhook their claws from the feeders, the birds pour in by the dozens. They know they only have half an hour before the squirrels are back again. They don’t mind the little chipmunk who comes to clean up the fallen seeds on the wood railing and ground.
Never mind that I swept and cleaned the entire deck yesterday. There’s no evidence today that it was ever cleaned. And then there’s the driveway. Why do the winds only blow leaves onto the drive, but never off? Just asking!