Those of you who follow our Garden Studio adventures know we’ve been happily hosting a variety of feathered visitors at the studio.
We’ve had finches flitting about, the occasional chickadee, cardinals, and even a bold Woodpecker who likes to make a grand entrance.
It’s always a joy to watch them squawk, preen, and fill their bellies at the feeders I hung with such enthusiasm.
Well, nature, it seems, had a different plan.
This morning, I stepped out to the chirping symphony I’d grown accustomed to, only to be greeted by a scene of utter destruction.
The feeder lay in pieces on the ground, a casualty of the night’s most determined diner: a pack of squirrels.
Let’s be honest, squirrels are adorable.
They’re little balls of bushy-tailed energy, constantly darting and leaping with acrobatic prowess.
But their love for a free buffet can be… well, destructive.
There were scattered seeds everywhere, evidence of a successful, albeit messy, raid.
The feeder, a wooden structure, was completely destroyed from the impact of falling to the ground as the Squirrels chewed through the rope that held it off the ground.
For a moment, there was a pang of disappointment.
But then, a different kind of amusement took over.
Here I was, witnessing the raw, determined nature of a wild creature.
This little bandit, with its sharp claws and acrobatic skills, had outsmarted my defenses and claimed the prize.
So, the bird feeder was down for the count, but my love for watching the garden’s wildlife hasn’t wavered.
A new feeder went up as soon as I saw the carnage.
