(What I see, What I've been taught, what I've learned, what amazes me...)
August 9, 2010
Backyard Buddies, First Part
The Cat Who Is Queen is rather senior, and no longer brings us 'gifts'. Therefore we are free to feed the birds without the trepidation of luring our feathered friends to sure and certain death.
And feed the birds we do. And the squirrels sometimes, but Best Dog Ever does her best to guard the yard from the chattery tail-flippers. It's her mission. From Dog.
We have had had a couple hummingbird feeders in the past. Last year the squirrel got to those. We found the little flower spigots on the ground and the feeders drained. Then we found all the other feeders knocked about and empty, and several on the ground.
The squirrels got hopped up on hummer juice and went bonkers, I imagined. I also imagined after stuffing themselves, hitting a carb wall and crashing...on their backs...with round and bloated tummies, sprawled on some spruce limb, cutting zzzz's.
Anyway, Wonderful Guy was peeved. Said 'That does it!' Brought all the feeders in. He. Had. Had. IT!
And that's the way it stayed. Until that evening at dinner, when, sitting at the kitchen table, we looked out to the back fence, and saw we were being watched.
By doves, pigeons, wrens, and finches. Just sitting there. Watching. Waiting. Wondering where their supper was.
Wonderful Guy couldn't take it. The feeders were filled back up, and brought back out. But nailed to the fence, tied down to their hangers, and otherwise firmly affixed to thwart those furry, pesky, but sort of cute, thieving, rascally squirrels.
His madness has worked pretty well. No more feeders on the ground, at least, and the one hummer feeder we keep now hangs on the pergola, out of bounds for the squirrellish. However, the hummers? They don't relish the feeder as much as my flowers, which sort of chaps the Guy.
Hee hee hee.
Also...Happiest birthdays ever, to Grandbebe Two (yesterday) and Eldest Daughter (today)! Love you both lots and lots!