Well, the hummingbird feeder in the bucket, left sitting on the deck.....didn't work. Woke up the next morning to find the deck in shambles. Feeder empty, rolled across the deck, with dried, colored puddles in it's trail. Table knocked over, broom laying across the door.
What the hell has been after this stuff?!? BH and I agree it has to be a racoon. Yeah. That's it....a racoon. Sonofabitch. Now what do we do for the hummingbirds?
A couple hours later, I'm coming back from somewhere, walking across the walkway....when, what do my wondering eyes spot?
Yep. 2 small hoof prints in dirt, on one of the walkway blocks, facing the stairs to the deck. A deer. A small deer. If only there wasn't so much noise in the house (8 fans, 2 a/c's running 24/7), I might have heard all the banging around on the deck during the night.
The creature was back again Sunday night. But there was nothing in the feeder. It did, however, knock it out of the bucket and down the stairs.
So yesterday, on our trip to town for many errands, it hit me......I have a wrought iron plant hangar....you know, the kind you screw the back into a wall and then the arm with a hook on the end sticks out....to hang a plant.
Yeah, well, I tell BH "hey, let's attach it up on the flagpole. That way, the deer can't get at it, and we can still watch the hummingbirds!!!" Great idea! I amaze myself sometimes. He readily agreed. Like minds...gotta love it.
So that job is on the agenda for today. We'll see how that turns out.
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