Unable to read due to flying snow, I start a collection of asterisks in my lap. When the wind dies, I can hear my mother yelling at the squirrels.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Unable to read due to flying snow, I start a collection of asterisks in my lap. When the wind dies, I can hear my mother yelling at the squirrels.
Tell your mom to put some of the seed with hot peppers at the base of the feeder. My squirrels finally (!) don’t bother the bird feeder anymore since they think all the seed is “contaminated.” The birds love it!