Squirrel-proof bird feeder....
NOT !!!
There’s a nice story to this one…..
I had just returned from a walk and my wife informed me this rapscallion had installed himself inside the bird feeder about 10 minutes earlier..
“They are squirrel proof: said I, ridiculously
“Not any more, Sherlock” said Julie.
I had my little camera and thought if I went and took a photo of him he would scarper, and he did, sort of, only he was fatter than when he went in and he thrust himself out through one of those little squares and got stuck, front legs, head and chest out, the rest in. We walked away and left him for 5 minutes thinking he would free himself. He didn’t he was well and truly stuck and it wasn’t doing him any good.
We decided we had to try and cut him out. There’s no way old Magoo could do the cutting, not if Mr Squirrel were to escape in one piece, so I gallantly suggested as a precaution that Julie should wear some kevlar gloves, and as she carefully tried to get the cutters to the wire Magoo bravely hid round the back and held the cage steady. It wasn’t easy, the plump little fellow was filling the square totally, and squirming in panic. She managed to cut one wire and was just manoeuvring the cutters to the wire on the other side when, quicker than a hiccup the little rascal shot his head forward and latched on to her finger with those nut crushing teeth……
The gloves held…..slowly Julie began to draw her hand back as she did so it pulled the fat little interloper through the now loosened hole until a seeming sucking motion drew his legs and tail free, at the same time he released his finger bite and fell to the ground with a resounding plop, and then ran off like a … .well, like a mad squirrel!!
I have referred to the scoundrel throughout as ‘he’ for seriously, no woman could be that stupid, and while the feeder failed to live up to its lofty claims, fortunately, the kevlar gloves took it in their stride.
Squirrel-proof bird feeder....
NOT !!!
There’s a nice story to this one…..
I had just returned from a walk and my wife informed me this rapscallion had installed himself inside the bird feeder about 10 minutes earlier..
“They are squirrel proof: said I, ridiculously
“Not any more, Sherlock” said Julie.
I had my little camera and thought if I went and took a photo of him he would scarper, and he did, sort of, only he was fatter than when he went in and he thrust himself out through one of those little squares and got stuck, front legs, head and chest out, the rest in. We walked away and left him for 5 minutes thinking he would free himself. He didn’t he was well and truly stuck and it wasn’t doing him any good.
We decided we had to try and cut him out. There’s no way old Magoo could do the cutting, not if Mr Squirrel were to escape in one piece, so I gallantly suggested as a precaution that Julie should wear some kevlar gloves, and as she carefully tried to get the cutters to the wire Magoo bravely hid round the back and held the cage steady. It wasn’t easy, the plump little fellow was filling the square totally, and squirming in panic. She managed to cut one wire and was just manoeuvring the cutters to the wire on the other side when, quicker than a hiccup the little rascal shot his head forward and latched on to her finger with those nut crushing teeth……
The gloves held…..slowly Julie began to draw her hand back as she did so it pulled the fat little interloper through the now loosened hole until a seeming sucking motion drew his legs and tail free, at the same time he released his finger bite and fell to the ground with a resounding plop, and then ran off like a … .well, like a mad squirrel!!
I have referred to the scoundrel throughout as ‘he’ for seriously, no woman could be that stupid, and while the feeder failed to live up to its lofty claims, fortunately, the kevlar gloves took it in their stride.