|Back in the days when that willow was healthy.|
|Now it's all but dead.|
So who woulda thunk it, after all this time? I just came out and sat down at the desk to find a furry bandit munching away in there. This is not all that good a picture, because as I reached for the camera it bolted -- we were, when you come right down to it, only about four feet apart. It had no trouble zipping right out.
I am reminded of a really fancy expensive squirrel-proof feeder Norm invested in some years ago. It had a motor that required detaching for re-charging -- that was all his department and I never paid attention to the details -- but when a squirrel approached the perches, it whirled the animal off, affording great hilarity for the watchers.
Except that we had one squirrel who learned how to out-wit it, hanging upside-down by his hind legs and pulling out seed without touching the perches. The thing was so expensive (I see they're asking $159 for it today) that I called the Bird Store, which suggested I complain direct to the Droll Yankees factory. When I reached the main office of Droll Yankees, I told the woman on the other end I'd like to send her a video of our squirrel out-witting their motor. And she said -- in a "you fool!" tone --
"Well, of course you're supposed to hang it where the squirrels can't reach."