When we fail to get the bird… ahem, I mean squirrel food out by the expected time, the little varmits come around and pound on the dining room window (which happens to look out over the deck where we put out the feed). Literally: they run up on the box by the window and slam into it and bounce off, looking slightly dazed. Then another one does it.
When we fail to get the bird… ahem, I mean squirrel food out by the expected time, the little varmits come around and pound on the dining room window (which happens to look out over the deck where we put out the feed). Literally: they run up on the box by the window and slam into it and bounce off, looking slightly dazed. Then another one does it.