This was our bird feeder, up until a few nights ago. Around here, you're only supposed to feed the birds in the winter months, you know, when large, furry mammals are in hibernation. If you persist in putting out seeds/suet or other goodies past late March or so, you run the risk of attracting said large furry mammals into your yard. And despite the allure, trust me, you don't want these guys anywhere near your home.But we had a little bit of seed left, and we were getting indigo buntings every day! Oops. What you don't see in the photo is the fact that the pole is actually stainless steel. It is bent at the bottom, not broken. It was not rusted. This, folks, was the work of something with a lot more strength than even me or Mark. And we're not 90 pound weaklings. We're pretty tough - and neither of us could've budged that pole. As a matter of fact, we tried to UN-bend it, and still neither of us could budge it. Granted, whoever pulled it down had some leverage from that height, but a mere raccoon perched on top of the feeder itself wouldn't have pulled it down like that. No, I'd wager to say if we sat both Jonathan and Matthew on top that feeder it still wasn't going anywhere.
Needless to say, we have now removed the feeder for the rest of the summer. We're kind of
In the meantime, sorry, Smokey - no more free food for you!
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