We have a very determined squirrel.
When we moved the feeder high in the green ash tree via block and tackle the poor critter was stumped. We were entertained late last week as he ran up and down the branches shaking his head and his tail in agitation and consternation, cogitating as only a squirrel can.
He went away, but he did not give up.
All the cogitating paid off as yesterday he made the leap over to the feeder and took his fill.
I would rather he left it for the birds, but the cold is here and a critter's got to eat.
While I am grateful for the entertainment, it goes deeper. I am grateful for the lesson in perserverance.
Where there's a will-- and food for winter--there's a way.