DK: How much for the bird seed?
DK: $40? Per bag?
DK: How many bags a month?
I do the math: (# bags) x (months in a season) x ($40) x (10 years) = blood pressure increase. And the torment was first recorded here in this post: Squirrels. Cardinals. Bumble Bees. And Me.
Pick any spring.
Or any summer, or any fall for that matter.
Or any year, for the past 10 years that we’ve lived in this house.
The picture: Same.
I’m sitting, reading in the backyard, transported to C.S. Lewis‘ world of becoming of a thousand men and yet remaining myself…seeing with a myriad of eyes, but it is still I who see. But, what I see, damn it, is Vermin.
Interrupting my bliss is their rustling. Their relentless rattling of aluminum, scratching and clawing at seed. Hanging upside down, these ravenous beady eyed creatures work to empty the bird feeders one by one – frightening off the intended recipients, who flutter up to the leafy branches overhead until the insatiable keel over from exhaustion.