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The Backyard Birdfeeder Battle

The very name birdfeeder should seem to clear up any question about whose it is. However, the squirrels don't seem to understand, or maybe it is callous disregard for the rules. Either way, the battle rages on in the backyard. Each morning, fresh birdseed (birdseed) is placed in the feeder right after the ritual making of the coffee. Those pesky, and I may I dare say slightly chubbier squirrels have managed to get to the feeder and scarf the seed down in vast quantities, and then expose their wastefulness by jumping from the feeder, sending seeds flying in every direction. The birds are not amused by this blatant thievery. They look at me as if to ask why I allow this to continue. I tell them I wish I knew how to stop this wrong being done. For now, the battle continues while I research the matter.

The very annoyed little bird at the feeder

Meanwhile the evil plotting continues on the ground

This lovely lady stands guard while her husband quickly swoops in for some food.

He waits, twisting his paws together while emitting an evil laugh.

Disdain is in her eye.

Shh. They don't see me. Heh, heh, heh.

He looks at me imploringly for aid.

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  1. JenniferMay 6, 2019 at 10:00 PM

    I have the same problem, except I have usually about six squirrels in my yard trying to outsmart the birds. I bought a metal cone that goes on the pole and although it deters the squirrels, it doesn't completely keep them off the feeders. It has helped in the backyard more than in the front. In the front they have somehow figured a way around it, jumping from the tree onto the feeder therefore bypassing the cone or jumping on my birdbath and then jumping to my birdfeeder. I did buy corn for the squirrels in the backyard and that has helped as well. I love your pictures. I love when the male and female cardinals are in the yard. I just sit and watch them. I also have a male and female painted bunting which I absolutely love. He is just beautiful.

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