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Day fiour the final battle, or is it?

It is Day four, and the battle continues. the hounds have entirely abandoned the struggle.  Things at the front are looking grim.  A turn in the weather and the increasing summer heat has caused the hounds to retreat and hunker down in the air-conditioned bunker.  I fear the battle may be lost. The bubble wrap has failed, and I am further discouraged after viewing a Youtube video that I discovered of an unknown ally's attempt to battle a different gang of gray squirrels I am disillusioned after seeing the video and I am running out of birdseed.  I vow to make one final attempt to defeat Boris and his band.  Amazon has delivered, and the new provisions arrived by way of USPS.
I hurry to the deck with packages in hand. I smile with confidence as I  begin to set the trap. I tear open the boxes. They contain more birdseed, a squirrel proof bird feeder, and two 9 inch chains. Satisfied with my purchases, I look up and spot fast-approaching storm clouds. I must hurry, birdseed replenished, squirrel baffle hung below the feeder, so Boris will have to clear it when attempting to jump from the deck rail. I finish before the rains come. Now I must wait for Boris to appear. As I sit and wait, I begin to see cardinals, finches, and woodpeckers eating from my feeder and below my window are hummingbirds drinking nectar from the assortment of flowers that my husband hero planted. There is peace on the battlefront.  The rains arrive, cooling the steamy air.  I suddenly see at the feeder not Boris but a new species of bird.  I am off to my computer to google search!
Tomorrow I will hang the new squirrel-proof birdfeeder.
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