Thank you for your suggestions as to how to keep the damnsquirrels away from the bird feeders. I have tried them all and am ready to report the results:
The aluminum pie pan baffle: Regular squirrel baffles don’t work–nor will a slinky–on our pole because of the extra stabilizing leg. When I cut an aluminum pie pan and wrapped it around the pole to make a homemade baffle as suggested, Beelzebub knocked that pan silly in one leap. It looked like Scarlett O’Hara’s petticoats in a windstorm: O
Adding flax seeds to the feeder: I won’t be trying that one again. Not only did they enjoy the flax seeds, they’ll probably live longer now with all those additional antioxidants. The flax seeds are back in the pantry.
Feeding the squirrels at another place in the yard to keep them away from the bird feeder: To test the suggestion, I bought this package:
The helpful man at Home Depot explained that I should screw that long L-shaped holder onto something sturdy like a deck rail and plop the corn log on top for easy feeding.
“I’m planning to hang it by a wire from a tree limb,” I told him.
He frowned and looked puzzled. “That might make it hard for them to get to.”
I smiled and nodded. “I hope so!”
“Ohhhhhh,” he said, laughing and clapping his hands. “You’re a mean one!”
Yep, that’s me. Mean and merry.
I hung one ear of the corn log from a magnolia limb at the back of the yard.
The damnsquirrels ignored it all day, but the next morning, the thing had disappeared– corn, screw and wire. I worried that it would break the lawnmower, so I searched the entire yard. Nothing.
I looked up in the tree to see if the branch had been broken. There on a leafy limb, lay wire, screw, and a half eaten log of corn. The damnsquirrels had simply hauled the corn up to to picnic in the tree.
I rehung it immediately. Same sequence of events, except that it wasn’t in the tree the next morning. I found the screw and wire at the back of the yard against the fence. Only a golf ball-sized piece of corn stuck to the screw. Was this another damnsquirrel caper or did some other critter come a-callin’?
It was at that point I decided I was ready to move on to the most logical solution: a squirrel-proof bird feeder. I found several good ones online and told Dearly Beloved that I was going to buy a squirrel-proof bird feeder like normal bird-loving people do.
He was incredulous.
“What? Surrender??? Where is the challenge in that? We can’t be outfoxed by a squirrel! That’s no fun at all! We’ll think of something else.”
Really? Like what? I saw a movie last week which showed how to skin and gut a squirrel. They favored frying as the recipe of choice. How’s that for an option, Big Boy?
The only remaining option was Divine Intervention. And lo, I say unto you….
Yesterday I bought a new bag of bird seeds and filled the feeder. By late afternoon, the feeder was still looking full. A full feeder means no damnsquirrel food orgies. I hadn’t even had to scream at them.
I was congratulating myself on the success of the tacky rigging I’d set up that morning when I noticed something very big on the grass near the magnolia tree.
Mama rabbit? Too large.
When I moved over to the window to get a better view, the critter turned its head toward me. An owl! A gorgeous, magnificent barred owl!
It flew up into the magnolia before I could take a picture or check to see if it had squirrel breath. Perhaps just its presence was enough to keep the damnsquirrels and their compadres, the chipmunks, at bay. It looked like the one at the top of this page.
DB, this could be the solution we’ve been wanting!
What’ll it be… a barred owl nesting box or a squirrel-proof bird feeder?