I thought that simply moving the feeders down to the deck would discourage the flying squirrels from eating all of it every night. I figured that since they are gliders, not real flyers like birds, they wouldn’t make it all the way down to the floor, but I was underestimating our flyers. The thing is, they are squirrels. This means that aside from being able to glide across the woods, they can also hop and leap and twirl and they emptied out the feeders before dawn.
There I was thinking they’d be off hunting Boris and Natasha, but no. They were out hunting down the last seed in our feeders. Tonight, the feeders are in the house. The dining room. Because unless they are a lot more clever than I though, they are not going to get into the dining room. Actually, I would be really upset if they did because it would mean they can manage doorknobs and are strong enough to open the kitchen door.
As I was contemplating how really inconvenient it will be bringing the feeders into the house every night, the feeders filled up with three particularly lovely birds — none of whom are able to suck every last seed from the feeder and were really striking. On big Hairy Woodpecker, a big Red-bellied Woodpecker and one orange lady Cardinal. They actually hung around long enough for me to get my camera up and shooting. And then, my battery ran out, the birds left, the feeders moved inside and I didn’t cook the frozen pizza long enough. Chilly pizza, a dining room fully of black sunflower seeds and I am 74 plus one day.
Life. You just can’t live without it.