Digging out the wood chips for an afternoon of smoking chicken, I found two packs of bird seed blocks. I knew we’d bought them and they were around somewhere, but I had no idea where they were.
I still have no idea how they got in the bucket with the wood chips.
We stuffed them into the larger feeder and rigged some bungee cords to hang it.
Can they smell it? Can they communicate? Somehow they knew. Within minutes, they came; finches and cardinals, and titmice, darting around the feeders and chattering from the railings.
I’m sure it won’t take the squirrels long to figure out how to knock it down, but the party is on for now.
Rambling ... 