My last post about my sick day at the feeder isn't about birds at all. For several days two squirrels have been lurking about and clearly trying to figure out a way to get at the two bird feeders hanging in front of our house. We thought we'd placed them well out of the reach of these clever rodents until, one day, I heard a loud crash and looked out to see the platform feeder swinging wildly on it's hook and a squirrel hanging precariously from the edge before jumping off. Every day around noon she returned and kept refining her technique until she was able to jump from roof to feeder, landing on the edge so that the whole platform tipped all of the seed onto the ground. She would then feed contentedly, along with the opportunistic rock pigeons (Columba livia) on the ground. Meanwhile the poor birds the seed was intended for had to all squish onto the tube feeder to eat because there was nothing left on the platform. I entreated my husband to move the platform feeder farther away from the launch site and today the squirrel stared in what I supposed must have been frustration at the tray full of food so close yet so far. Satisfied, I went about my business until I heard some scrabbling and looked to see that she had climbed up a screen cover for one of our garden beds, leaning against the house wall, and was vacuuming seed off of the window sill. I've removed the cover and can only hope that this will be the last of the squirrel raids. I'm not holding my breath, though.