When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I’ll know I’m growing old.
-Lady Bird Johnson
Last week, I posted about the challenge of keeping the squirrels off the bird feeder. I pulled it into the center of the deck, and watched as they climbed the pole. So, I took the soap dispenser out there and liberally coated the pole with dish soap. This resulted in some hilarious antics, and I’m sad to say that I did not get any pictures, as we had company, and I couldn’t stand at the window and ignore the guests. Not only the squirrels, but the birds found the pole too slippery and slidey to hold on to, and animal cirque du soleil was born.
The next day however, the soap dried, and the squirrels were at it again. I’ve been to busy to do anything except give it a casual glance however, noting only that the bird seed feeder with the sunflower seed feed is almost empty.
Last night it snowed, and the birds flocked to the feeders this morning for a hearty breakfast. No squirrels to be seen, I guess they didn’t want to track snow back to their hideaways.