I shouldn't have been bragging yesterday as no sooner had I posted of my great victory over the bushy-tailed rats than I went upstairs, looked out the kitchen window and to my great chagrin, there was a gray bushy-tail feasting up on the bird feeder.
It took a lot of heavy window thumping to convince him to come down. he then ran off and up into a tree and started watching to see what it was that had so rudely interrupted his meal. Not seeing anything, he returned to the scene of his "crime" but took a careful walk around the area just to make sure there were no unfriendlies lurking about. He then went over to the pole and pl;aced a paw on it, but didn't climb.
Of course, I was cracking up, laughing at his prevention antics.
He then ran off.
Looks like I will have to go back to the ol' drawing board.
Dadburn Squirrels. --RoadCan'tBeatADumbOl'SquirrelDog
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