I've got fat balls, niger seed, peanuts, mealworms and a high-in-everything seed mix all suspended from the branches of the trees. At first the local furred and feathered fraternity were a bit suspicious of all the goodies that appeared out of nowhere. But a chattering flock of greedy, green parakeets soon broke the ice.
It's hard to tell with squirrels - they all look alike - (they probably say the same about us) but this one looks like Slinky Paws, a devious trickster who developed a taste for my fat balls last year, and frequently made off with the whole shooting match just for himself. He'd got his slash and grab technique polished off to a fine art form by the time last winter ended. I used to stand with my morning coffee watching him in open-mouthed awe as he made off with yet another fat ball between his teeth. He must have hidden away enough cholesterol to fry a tonne of chips in by the time spring arrived. Little wonder he developed a rolling gait and a portly tummy.
So, Slinky, if it's you, consider your card marked. I'll be watching.
All the best for now,