I got another cage, and more suet, and double-wired it. They stole that one.
I found a third torn off the tree, abandoned half-way down the lawn. Empty, of course. They managed to steal that one for good, with its suet refill, a bit later.
I've been looking for a new cage since the weather turned cold. Everywhere, they've been sold out; I think all the local squirrels have been busy.
Finally, two days ago, I found one in the supermarket. This one came with a heavier chain than the previous three; I've hung it from the chain, and added new wire.
A flock of bushtits found the suet by the next morning. I love to watch how they all swoop in, as if blown by the wind, swarm over the cage, hanging from all sides and the bottom for a couple of minutes, and then blow down and away, like little grey leaves.
I count 17 here. |
"Wait for me!" |
I LOVE BUSHTITS
ReplyDeleteI can clearly remember being fascinated as they sat in a fir tree outside out living-room window. I was probably 4
cotton puffs on sticks, living tree ornaments I have been enchanted by them ever since.
Those pesky squirrels. We're lucky that Mom's balcony is well out of their reach. I'm sure they could find a way. It's a bit of a climb to the third floor on metal siding, so that will probably keep us safe. - Margy
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