One thing I treasure about retirement and widowhood is the way it invites us orient our lives around brand new enticements. Enticement to play, to love anew, to learn, to grow, to frustrate squirrels!
I installed a squirrel feeder near the bird feeders yesterday afternoon. It's a long chain with a long metal spring. At its end are two corn logs. Midway up is a little bell. With a little luck I'll hear the bell when they hop on. Then I'll watch those furry rodents swing and eat. Be still my heart!
The directions say to install it just 1 foot from the ground at first, and rub some peanut butter on its end. Raise it after they've discovered it. I've rubbed the peanut butter on, but I've hung it higher, 3 feet off the ground. I mean, can these furry rodents really not be smart enough to figure out where food is?
May your day be
Bright and very, very enticing