Jerry has gotten a bit obsessed about feeding the birds. We now have one dangler for the finches, a standard bird feeder for the songbirds, two hummingbird feeders, and two suet racks.
Suet, in case you didn't know, is beef fat mixed with bird seed. Why a bird would want to eat a cow is beyond me, but the little boogers seem to love the stuff. When we put a new suet block into the cage, the stuff only lasts a few hours. Between the 6 grackles, 5 doves, 3 cardinals, and 15789 finches, there isn't much left for anything else.
Unless the squirrels show up first. We have the other bird feeders hanging from a tree on fishing line so the squirrels can't get to the bird food. But the suet cages are hanging on the privacy fence beneath a giant oak tree in our backyard.
Here's a simple math equation for you: Oak tree + fence + cow fat + bird seeds = squirrels, squirrels, and more squirrels!
I don't know why people don't like squirrels. I think they are cute, funny, adventurous, daring, acrobatic, and brave. I would rather watch the squirrels than the birds, really.
This is why:



Thanks, Grandma!"

See? Betcha didn't know squirrels were so verbose, did ya? All the birds ever say is, "Squeak, squawk, caw, and peep."
No wonder they're called bird brains!