Thursday, March 5, 2009

Aaaayaaaa!!!

I hung my bird feeder up off the trusty old birch tree out back. It looks a lot like this one but less I'm so thin and swank and more I'm capable and sturdy. I also didn't pay that much. Crackle glass is nice and all but let's not be ridiculous here. Anyway... I look out back at the feeder every day hoping to see some of the seed is gone. So far it has seemingly (foreshadowing) been stoically ignored by all wildlife. However, every day I look out to see it tipped to the side with the cover half off. Now there was some serious wind in AZ so I know that's not what is doing it. Besides, if it were that windy, the feeder would have hit the tree and shattered by now. In so many words, I haven't for the life of me been able to figure this out.

This morning I am drinking my coffee, replying to some come groom for us emails, when I notice movement by the feeder. I keep watching and here comes this little squirrel. Now I know there are all these people who are totally opposed to squirrels because they eat all the seeds, scare all the birds and just generally make a mess out of what would be a very rewarding and peaceful hobby. Honestly. If you are going to be arrogant enough to think you should be able to pick and choose which wildlife you get to observe, you should stop feeding wildlife, because you clearly can't handle nature. Fucking control freaks.

Anyhoo... there's Mr. Squirrel checking out the feeder from the side of the tree. Since the successfully climb down the chain and over the top of the feeder option has obviously been exhausted he did the next best thing. He leapt off the tree side and did this crazy Matrix flying karate kick toward the feeder. The end result was him spring-boarding off of the feeder, making the top fly up and seed burst forth like confetti. It was nothing short of awesome. That's problem solving skills. Joke's on him though. I am about to head out and pick up the yard a bit. I will bring with me something to put through the chain directly above the top of the feeder. Let's see if the little fuckers can figure that out. I'm not opposed to squirrels. If I found one that needed assistance, I would gladly offer some up. I just like to see what their tiny (though brilliant) brains are capable of. Let the games begin!

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