My poor birdfeeder! The squirrels in the 'hood have figured out that the seed ports on my silo feeder are plastic, and therefore, eminently chewable. And chewing through them means that they can suck back birdseed at an even more alarming rate than ever before. I go out and collect the bits and pieces they so carelessly toss aside, armed with a roll of duct tape, but it never lasts. I thought hanging it in the lilac bush would make it difficult for them to access the feeder, because of the slim branches and twigs surrounding it. But these Eastern Grey Squirrels (Sciurus carolinensis) quickly learned to hang upside down by their hind toes from the slightly larger branches, and just swing on over to the seed (therefore I am hereby renaming them Sicurus Greatae Wallendii).
As you might imagine, the enormous fun of taping the feeder back together drops off rather sharply after, oh I'd say, the FIRST time. So today I took that other essential piece of plastic (Visa) and headed down the road to the Pelee Wings Nature Store, and picked up a new feeder, guaranteed to stand up to the worst they can offer. It's by the Droll Yankee company, and if price is any indication, this one should leave the squirrels gnashing their teeth in frustration for a long long time. It has an extra hard tube, and metal seed ports. HA! Take that, you thieving (but, okay, adorable) critters!
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.