They watch me as I put seed into my feeders and then walk back inside.
As soon as the door shuts behind me they are plotting, drawing diagrams on an Etch-a-Sketch, flexing their tiny leg muscles, and scaring away the birds.
["Evidence points to a misstep by a flying squirrel!": photos GH]
I’m pretty sure one bold squirrel has jumped from overhanging branches, bounced off the roof of the feeder and landed upside down on the deck below. I hope it was on his head.
["Kerthump!"]
["He shook himself off to try again!"]
The beer cans are thwarting their climbs across the clotheslines so they have to resort to desperate measures.
If I ever see one jump from the tree branches I’ll let you know.
Those stupid athletic squirrels!
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My last entry about the bird feeder is here.
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