Cardinals are nice. I’d like to be friends with cardinals.
Doves would be good neighbors. They’d never use their leaf blowers early on weekends.
You can just tell these things.
Squirrels are bushy tailed rats.
Were it not frowned upon, I’d surround my feeders with spring-loaded catapults that threw ground-approaching squirrels into the neighbor’s yard.
Get your own damn seed.
Any ideas?
I’m leaning towards a moat of burning oil. I’m not sure if city code allows for this sort of thing.
Now all I can think about is the leftover lasagna I want to go inside and heat up.
But that’s what they WANT me to do.
Please have a small drone airdrop provisions.
I did so in the knowledge that my consumption of four liters of orange soda was not in vain.
The Four Liter Defeater is protecting my homestead from the Terrible Squirrel.
What could go wrong.
While I should be enjoying a restful evening on the lanai of the Hoarse estate, I’ve only now realized the new suet cage may be within reach of the neighborhood fox.
I bear no grudge toward said fox.
This will now consume me until I wake.
Note: I have neither a lanai nor an estate.
Early reports from the front are in:
It has survived the night alone against the Terrible Squirrel and Dubious Fox.
Four Liter Defeater: 1
Four Legged Bandits: 0
I’m staring right at this cacophonous bigmouth with a look of disapproval and judgment.
Oh, he got the message. He is scorned in this yard.
My new wooden feeder is doing a booming business.
First house finches of the year. First chickadees. I like chickadees. They’re agile little air swimmers.
There it is.
The Four Liter Defeater has vanquished The Terrible Squirrel.
This is the glorious scene of their surrender.