During the course of the last three or four days, the offcumden squirrels have:
- regained access to the recently squirrel-proofed bird-table by gnawing through the heavy-duty cable-ties I’d used to secure the roof of the bird-table to the caged sides;
- regained access to the squirrel-proof glass bird-feeder by gnawing through the sheathed metal cable suspending the feeder from our cherry tree;
- eaten most of the fritillary bulbs Jen received as an early Christmas present and planted less than a week ago.
Of course, you realise this means war.
