Day Three, a new weapon unleashed.
It is a beautiful Carolina morning, and I strategically place my coffee cup on the deck table to gain some ground in the battle. My troops retreated. The hounds needed to recover from the heat, and They opted to stay inside the airconditioned barracks. I am left to continue alone. As I am sipping my coffee, I can hear the call of crows in the distance—their squawking sounds like mocking laughter. Weary and discouraged from yesterday's scrimmage, I ponder the day and the attack on the feeder to come. Late yesterday I made a devastating decision. I abandoned my post to travel into town. I was leaving the feeder unguarded, a poor tactical maneuver. Today I survey the damages. Taking full advantage of our absence Boris and the gang emptied the food supply in the feeder, leaving only a few empty hulls. No wonder the crows are laughing.
That is when the thought hit me! Of course, bubble wrap! As I watched the enemy scatter after my hero husband attempted effort to protect the resources with the Red Rider BB rifle. The thought occurred to me, during Hero's attempt to punish the intruders, the only thing that happened was the intruders were frightened by the popping sound made by the BB rifle.
The strategy had failed. I knew that my Hero, who is the kindest man I know, had purposely avoided injuring the advisory. With crows laughing in the background and blue-tailed creatures approaching me, I thought, fortify the deck with bubble wrap. Bubble wrap would make a popping noise when the squirrels tried to breach the encampment. After all, didn't armies surround their bases with wire? Yes, it would work!
Finding an excess bubble wrap in the closet left from the several packages that we have received during this pandemic and the resulting stay at home orders, I wrap the deck pillars, and the pole on which the feeder hangs. The squirrels will not defeat us. Rally the hounds!
It is a beautiful Carolina morning, and I strategically place my coffee cup on the deck table to gain some ground in the battle. My troops retreated. The hounds needed to recover from the heat, and They opted to stay inside the airconditioned barracks. I am left to continue alone. As I am sipping my coffee, I can hear the call of crows in the distance—their squawking sounds like mocking laughter. Weary and discouraged from yesterday's scrimmage, I ponder the day and the attack on the feeder to come. Late yesterday I made a devastating decision. I abandoned my post to travel into town. I was leaving the feeder unguarded, a poor tactical maneuver. Today I survey the damages. Taking full advantage of our absence Boris and the gang emptied the food supply in the feeder, leaving only a few empty hulls. No wonder the crows are laughing.
That is when the thought hit me! Of course, bubble wrap! As I watched the enemy scatter after my hero husband attempted effort to protect the resources with the Red Rider BB rifle. The thought occurred to me, during Hero's attempt to punish the intruders, the only thing that happened was the intruders were frightened by the popping sound made by the BB rifle.
The strategy had failed. I knew that my Hero, who is the kindest man I know, had purposely avoided injuring the advisory. With crows laughing in the background and blue-tailed creatures approaching me, I thought, fortify the deck with bubble wrap. Bubble wrap would make a popping noise when the squirrels tried to breach the encampment. After all, didn't armies surround their bases with wire? Yes, it would work!
Finding an excess bubble wrap in the closet left from the several packages that we have received during this pandemic and the resulting stay at home orders, I wrap the deck pillars, and the pole on which the feeder hangs. The squirrels will not defeat us. Rally the hounds!
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