The other day, I saw what looked to be a squirrel hanging from a tree limb. It didn’t seem to be moving. Thinking the poor thing had gotten himself in a compromising position and hung himself, I pulled out our spy-on-our-neighbors binoculars and found that the little critter was suspended in air, hanging upside down, eating the new growth on one of the trees.
I felt sorry for him.
So, my husband decided to put out some of his deer bait–corn. (I call it deer bait, he calls it deer food–either description makes the deer come to the same spot, looking for food for the great Fall Ambush–bait)
The huge pile of corn appeared to go untouched for a day or so.
I really didn’t want to feed the squirrels because once one of them finds a stash, they tell all their neighborhood friends, and when they have depleted their supply, they party on the bird seed. We have had to come up with many inventions to keep the squirrels from the bird seed.
The pile of corn is dwindling, but the stinkin’ crows are getting it.
I have blogged about crows, but if you missed it, I really dislike them. The only redeeming quality I have found in them, is the fact that they scare off hawks.
P.S. We don’t really spy on our neighbors, unless it’s necessary 😉