Over the last two or three weeks we have watched one determined squirrel work through an expensive block of bird seed that we call "the good stuff."
I begrudge the squirrel every morsel. Opportunistic or not, I bought that for the birds, not fat rodents that can feed from the ground.
I've yelled at it, and send it scampering across the road. One morning I pursued it, blowing the car's horn. Of course it was unimpressed.
Here it is at noon, when I came home from work, cleaning up the last of the goods from the red covered feeder.
Got him with the phone camera.
The girls put the hot peper block in tonight.
I'll let you know.
As we discussed the learning experience awaiting this squirrel, I realized that last year, when this was not a problem, that feeder was a couple of hooks around the tree.
On a more slender branch.
But, we'll give it a taste before we move the feeder.
As I cropped the picture down, I see what may be The Great Squirrel, giving me the stink eye.