Never Give Up

This is a rather hazy picture of the feeders in our front yard, but I took it at 7 PM. I was watching out the den window this afternoon as a squirrel shimmied up the pole on the left, and then slid back down. The third time, he reached out and grabbed the finch sock, which did NOT please me, but he managed to swing himself up and onto the bracket at the top. From there, he scooted across to the top of the yellow feeder. I though he was going to reach down and raid that one, but instead he leapt across to the hopper on the right side. It is four feet from one to the other, as the squirrel flies. He managed to get inside the hopper and eat his full before he jumped back down.

We’ve had this arrangement for several months, and this is the first time any of them have figured out how to reach the hopper. We originally had the finch sock on another pole in the yard, but they climbed up that pole with no trouble at all, and managed to pull the bottom of the feeder off. I have no idea where it is, but we’ll probably find it when we start mowing the lawn. I’m more concerned about the little claws – and teeth – tearing the fabric than anything else. Niger seed is not cheap, but well worth keeping the gold finches happy.

Oh. The length of PVC pipe is where we stash our peanuts. The squirrels gladly go in after them, but the blue jays don’t like the tight space. There’s another one on the patio.