Thursday, February 2, 2017


I've been feeding finches, black-crowned sparrows, and a pair of ring-necked doves from one of those suction-cup bird feeders since my mom moved in with me the summer of 2012. I put up hummingbird feeders too, and it took a bit of finagling to find a spot where the possums couldn't tip them up like  growlers of beer, but ultimately we had a fine success.

A week or so ago (around the time of the Inauguration) I saw a squirrel in the street in front of my house. There are no squirrels in this neighborhood--or at least I hadn't seen any in the almost 5 years that I've lived here. You could be mugged by an army of rabbits while out walking around here at night, or hissed at by a possum, but there were absolutely no squirrels.

Yesterday and today, I saw this:

I've chased him off twice.

And I've moved the feeder higher, so maybe the Evil Bannon (the squirrel's name) won't be able to leap from the window ledge into the feeder. It remains to be seen if he will be able to leap from the wall into the feeder. Maybe that's a reason not to have a wall. But then my neighbor might come over, right?

I will resist.

And speaking of that, Southern California friends, will I see you in L.A. Sunday?

If you're going to be there, let me know.


Elizabeth said...

I might do it, if I can. Let's try to find one another?

37paddington said...

Humor is appreciated in these grim times.