Bitter: How a Family of Squirrels Won the Bird Feeder War

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There is a family of squirrels at the bird feeder this morning. It is difficult if not impossible to keep the squirrels out of the bird feeder. Each day there is a constant war going on between me and those squirrels. I have become bitter toward this rodent.

Such is the way that events affect us in life. The battle with the squirrels eats away at my soul. It has become an illness in my life weakening me each time I get after them with the broom. To the observers in the house watching me chase the squirrels with the broom it is quite funny and they are entertained each day.

In an effort to make peace with the squirrels and repair the damage to my soul, I have decided to understand the life of this animal. In many ways it is a cute little rodent that is fun to watch.

Squirrels are small rodents that live in the woods. They come in a variety of gray and brown colors. The ones in my yard are light gray with big fluffy tails. The squirrel normally lives in a wooded area where there is protection from predators. The wooded area provides a place to burrow and make a warm pleasant home.

The squirrel likes to eat a variety of nuts, plants, and meat if it is available. A rodent with a well-balanced diet is healthy and playful. Bird seed is an easy food to obtain and apparently extremely tasty to a squirrel.

The war with the squirrels continues as I write this piece. We are at the critical point in the morning where the bird seed is gone from the ground. The time for the acrobatics has begun. Watching a squirrel scale the poles of the feeders is entertaining to watch. Climbing and sliding down the pole several times is the game of the day until the edge of the feeder is reached. The squirrel grabs some seed and shakes the feeder. This small amount of bird seed sustains him until the next round.

The second act is now upon us as the other squirrels attempt to jump on the feeder from the retaining wall. It is a bit of a distance but these persistent little rodents are successful in landing on the side of the feeder. The bird seed scatters to the ground and the squirrels on the bottom of the feeder delight in the prize. It is reminiscent of a pinata being broken and the candy spilling to the ground.

By this time the game is old and I decide to allow the squirrels to have the remainder of the bird feed. It would be nice if a hawk would come and scare these rodents away from the yard. Ah there is the bitterness creeping back into my soul.

My husband suggests that instead of feeling bitter each morning that I find a compromise that ends the war. Since negotiation with the squirrels is not possible due to communication issues I decide to take action that will be acceptable to both parties.

The first action will be to scatter a certain portion of the bird seed on the ground for the squirrels. There will be some seed near the feeder and other seed a little distance away. This will ensure that there is seed for them and the birds.

The second action is to observe what time the squirrels appear in the feeder. By changing the refill times on the bird feeder the seed will last for a longer time. The birds will have a chance to enjoy the feeder.

My last course of action is to watch and enjoy the antics of these rodents. They are entertaining to observe running from each feeder trying to win the prize of bird seed. If left alone to eat the squirrels appear to pose for photographs. We both win on this one since photography is a hobby of mine.

With this course of action the war will end. Bitterness will be replaced with joy and all will be right in the world again. The squirrels will have their food and be happy with the cornucopia put before them each day.

My soul is nourished and renewed as I ponder the possibilities of a day without bitterness for these rodents. It will be nice not to be running outside every ten minutes with a broom. My family will miss their entertainment each morning but there will be peace within my soul.

copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Bitter

7 responses to “Bitter: How a Family of Squirrels Won the Bird Feeder War

  1. When I was a kid there was a black squirrel in our neighborhood. I suppose since he was black, it was easy to single him out. Between my mom and a guy up the street who had pigeons, he became ‘tame’. He would jump on your pants and run up your body sit on your shoulder and eat a cracker from your hand. But you could not make a move to touch him. He bit my little niece when she tried to touch him. I suppose he passed away or got hit by a car, but I remember how my dad thought it was so cool (except for the biting my niece part). Perhaps I’ll make a post about it someday soon.
    I know they are pests but I love seeing them in the trees and chipmunks on the ground. They just help me remember the world is alive.

    • That is a wonderful memory. I look forward to seeing it in a post. My adventures with the squrirrel looks like something out of an I Love Lucy episode.

      • I suppose I hadn’t thought about them much as pests because I haven’t done my bird feeders in a couple of years now. It is annoying and expensive to put out bird food only to have the squirrels ransack it. I need to work the expense of bird supplies back into my budget because I love to watch them too. Hang in there. Sometimes the birds can still win.

  2. Hopefully they won’t be like the rabbit in Monty Python’s, “In Search of the Holy Grail”. Yikes!

    Good to the war.

  3. lol the image of you running out with a broom every so often is quite entertaining. I really am interested to know if you new routine will work.

  4. I think that the squirrels are entertained when I come out with the broom. They know that I will only come so far in the yard and will sit on the fence and stare at me. I will post soon on the outcome of my new routine. Thanks for reading.

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