The squirrel is winning.
First there were skirmishes. I tried a string to the bird feeder to yank on and eject the thieving squirrel. The squirrel chewed its way into the bird seed bucket.
I would jam a steel bucket upside down on top of this compromised bucket in order to keep them out. I mean jam it on, squeeze it down, not just rest it on.
Somehow, I don’t know how, but the squirrel would lift or pry that steel bucket off of the prize. I like to imagine a little squirrel overhead press, lifting the bucket off with Olympian effort.
I’d be in the house and hear -CLANG!- and know that the squirrel conquered the bucket again. Then I’d give him some minutes to enjoy it after all that work before I went out and put the bucket back on top.
Then one day:
HW came inside with the bucket, and a squirrel still inside- worried and holding still.
These pictures are shot through the hole in the lid.
Then for a little while I didn’t notice the squirrel so much. I’d slowed down on feeding the birds, since it was warm. I figured he’d moved on along with the birds to the usual burgeoning springtime wildcrafted buffet.
I hadn’t refilled the seed bucket in the wood”shed”. Little did I know, HW had.
So one day, I find this:
So that’s where the squirrel’s been. Feasting and cavorting like a kid in a ball pit.
Oh yeah, squirrel?
I put a bucket full of dirt on top of the seed bucket. That’ll fix ’em.
A few hours later….
That’s what I get for using a plastic bucket.
I gave the remaining seed to the birds and gave up for this year.