Mr. Squirrel chillin' after rehab
Where were we...oh yes! Our furry friends have just returned from rehab, clean and sober. I'm sensitive to their needs, they forgive me for dosing out the tough love and all is right with the world. I'm so sensitive in fact, it occurs to me that the sunflower seeds need to be moved from the Main Retreat House to the Dorothy Day Cottage in the woods, where a brand new bird feeder has been installed, complete with one made especially for sunflower seeds.
A wonderful volunteer carts the new shiny metal trash can, sunflower seeds and sturdy bungee cord to the cottage. On my daily walk to the lake, I stop by the cottage to check on the new set up. Triumph! The trash can is in its place, bungee cord undisturbed. Chalk one up for the human! But wait a minute, what's this...the bird feeder is askew on the pole, as if it's been spun around like a square dance Pauline in petticoats. Needless to say, the feeder is empty of the two and half pounds of sunflower seeds that had been there the day before.
SOMEONE HAS FALLEN OFF THE WAGON!
Hmmm...what to do? Purchase a squirrel baffle. Yes, there is such a thing and it's designed to keep the squirrels from climbing the pole and eating all the birdseed. So...off to the store to purchase a squirrel baffle, install it and all our problems will be solved. Right?
Not so fast...