From his perch on his favorite limb, Mr. Squirrel eyed a shiny new feeder brimming with seeds. He knew it was one of those newfangled "squirrel-proof" models. I bet I can break into that flimsy thing, he thought. He scampered down the tree and stood on his hind legs below the bright red feeder, assessing the situation. He circled, schemed, and when he had a plan in place, stretched tall, grabbed hold of the metal, and shinnied up the pole. He stopped to peek in the window, and his mouth watered in anticipation. He tugged at the tiny ports, but they snapped shut under his weight. Undeterred, he checked the roof, but when that didn't work, he looked down. It was then he discovered if he clung to the side of the feeder, he could lean down and eat his fill. The squirrel dined until his belly felt full, then called out to his brothers and sisters to come enjoy the feast.
The feeder lady watched from her seat on the deck. She shook her head, chuckled, and threw up her hands in defeat. "Well, Mr. Squirrel, you've won this round.
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...Betty, I have a similar feeder and with time our squirrels have figured out how to get a meal. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteWhen I checked this morning, it was empty. :)
DeleteMr. Squirrel seemed to grin as if to say, “Better luck next time, lady.”
ReplyDeleteThey are such smart little gluttons. grrrrrrrrrrrr
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