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!
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5 comments:
We've had the same problem, only our first feeder was frequently victim of the wind, not other critters. We've had mice, squirrels and even racoons raiding the second feeder!
I love your birds! I'd be out there every day shooting them! (with a camera, of course)
Your pictures are amazing. Can you imagine what Mom would say about your camera?? Far removed from her Argus C3.
We started feeding the birds about ten years ago, and within days the squirrels were the bane of my father's existence. They would actually chase away every kind of bird but the big blue birds, and that's only because the blue birds wouldn't take the bullying.
Those are some really stunning birds you've got there though. Glad to hear the squirrels aren't giving them too much of a problem! =D
There are some tee-tiny finches that visit the tiny tree outside my ofc window. I wish I had a feeder, so they would sit longer. Birds are so fun to watch!
Lovely goldfinches.
No bird feeder other than for the hummers here, it would give the cats too much opportunity.
For your beloved: I have a friend who became very frustrated with the squirrels on his bird feeder, so he ran an electric wire and put a switch in his kitchen. He'd stand at the window for hours, and whenever a squirrel got on the feeder, he'd throw the switch then cackle like a demented fiend at the flying squirrel. I think he was actually disappointed when the squirrels started avoiding his yard.
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