Rocky was our first visitor. he climbed up the post to the second story deck, festooned with 5 bird feeders, always well-stocked with black oil sunflower seed.
We set the Havaheart trap with bird seed and cat food. No takers. The solution? bring the feeders in during the night, take them out first thing in the morning.
Me, barefoot, below zero, in fuzzy robe setting out and filling feeders. All before coffee. But it's worth it. Our little feathered friends were on the railing, wing tip-to-wing tip awaiting a meal.
Except, this morning, we found this...
So Firstborn decides to engage Skunk Relocators (that's him) while Mom's offering sage advice: don't wear anything you care about.
Here's how that went:
As they say ... all's well.