Local squirrels raided the birds’ temple graineries and left no food behind. Not only that but they were able to bend the steel rod supporting it. The grainery is laying behind the grill off to the left. The Purging Lutheran apologizes for the poor picture quality but I took it from behind a screen. If the common grackle and local Bufflehead are at risk from these Crossfit ™ rodents, what chance do I have against them? I, a near-sighted, lumbering human, have the advantage of reason and critical thinking but if at a moment of weakness I am set upon by shiite prairie dogs, My Sweet Widow will be left raking my remains into a Hefty Bag ™.
My only course of action, it seems, is to deny these squirrels what they want: bird food. In time they will grow weak and flabby, unable to defend themselves. With any hope they’ll be eaten by gangs of roving foxes. Go foxes!
“If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.