The squirrels end up eating 75% of the bird seed I put in our feeders.
my mom put oil on her bird feeder to keep squirrels from stealing the bird food and pic.twitter.com/TkrmOR4KlH
— christina rotondo (@christinaroto) May 4, 2018
I MAY HAVE TO TRY THIS
The squirrel will give trying to eat someone else’s lunch after a while.
The FREE SHIT ARMY will never give up.
Buy a Have-A-Heart trap, catch the squirrels one by one and release them 5 miles from your home; I did this and got rid of all the squirrels (12).
(spray paint the tails if you want to ensure the squirrels you let loose are not returning)
They taste like chicken. Why would I want to let them go?
I catch squirrels in a Have-A-Heart trap, then use a Have-A-Pellet device
Woman sued by squirrel for cruelty to animals and reckless environmental damage.
The Yankee Flipper from Droll Yankees works great, as do their other squirrel proof feeders.. I have a number of them.
Maybe we don’t need the Wall. We just need to oil the half-assed fence on the border. Happy Cinco de Mayo. I love the Hispanics!
Just periodically squirt it down with KY Jelly.
Just use a bb gun and stock your freezer with squirrel meat.
I shoot with my pellet rifle and make little Davie Crockett hats out of them for my doll collection.
Ever since the wife left I’ve been bored…
You could probably hire someone to nag you.
Buy the bird food with cayenne pepper mixed in, those varmints won’t touch it. The hot pepper does not effect the birds. PetSmart carries Wagner brand.
Hell, squirrels are free, edible target practice! If I had more free time, I might make use of the hides, but I give mine to a buddy who was a trapper & likes making things from them.
My Crosman Fire NitroPiston pellet gun is way more fun than a trap. And, I get to save on food purchases for my pet foxes. They love freshly harvested brown squirrel. LOL!!!
If you just want to frustrate the vermin but do them no harm, here is another way to keep them away from your bird feeder.
http://www.birdhousesbymark.com/b175.shtml
Years ago, I used to belong to a now defunct Internet mail list called ‘The Daily Drool’.
It was a place for people that were owned by their basset hounds (yes, I wrote that in the right order) to exchange information and stories about their houndies.
I probably wrote several hundred stories over the course of the years, but this one is about one of my bassets and the squirrel feeder so I thought that Y’all might like it with the sliding squirrel video posted.
(And yes, my nickname within the basset community is Poots. I even have a Texas animal-friendly license plate that says POOTS)
The DAILY DROOL
An internet mail list designed to entertain and inform basset hounds and their people.
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Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003
From: Steve Candidus
Subject: A Waddle-Waddle
Hi everybody.
It’s Poots from ‘The House Of Hound-Dogs.’
This Waddle-Waddle is one of the funniest things I ever saw with my Pootswaddle. I just call it:
“The Day The Squirrel Fell On Pootswaddle’s Head”
Pootswaddle always liked to stalk things in the backyard. Back in her youth she would spend hours out there slowly and methodically creeping up on her unsuspecting prey. At least in between naps she would…
Waddle was always outside. Her sister Gracie-Dog was usually inside. You know, indoors where the air conditioning is… My beautiful Gracie-Dog was content to let her sister do all of the work sneaking up on a squirrel or bird or whatever was the days hunt.
At about the time when Waddle was past the halfway point of her slow methodical stalk though Gracie-Dog would come charging out through the doggie door sounding the full alert. AR! AR! AR! AR! AR! AR! The stealth bomber is one of her nicknames. She really sneaks up on you that girl. NOT!
With the ambush spoiled Pootswaddle would then go charging at full speed (she was pretty quick in those days) towards her victim who was never in any danger from either one of my soup hounds…
I had gotten my ex one of those long Plexiglas tube bird feeders. She liked to feed the birds so I had it rigged up with a rope so that she could lower it to fill and then hoist it back up the oak tree in the backyard. When the squirrels started eating the birdseed she made me put one of those slippery curved squirrel baffle things over the top of the bird feeder to keep them out of it.
So now we have the stage set and our cast of characters established.
I was enjoying a nice refreshment in the backyard one afternoon (translation: a martoonie) and was enjoying watching Pootswaddle in one of her slow stalks of the squirrels who were preoccupied trying to figure out that baffle thing. Right on schedule after Waddle had made it halfway to the squirrels Gracie-Dog came charging outside AR! AR! AR! AR!
Pootswaddle didn’t waste a moment. She took off towards the back fence where the squirrels always ran. As Waddle was running under the oak tree where both the bird feeder and squirrel baffle were being attacked by one of the squirrels, that squirrel slipped off the baffle and fell to the ground.
At the exact moment that the squirrel would have been hitting the ground though that particular space was occupied by Pootswaddle who was passing in full gallop running towards the fence. The squirrel came down and landed right on top of poor startled Pootswaddle’s head!
Waddle came to a screeching halt. The squirrel went tumbling off of her head, hit the ground running and was gone up the pine tree in a flash. Waddle was standing there doing the “Wha-who-where-when-how?” thing. She turned to me with a look like,
“DID YOU SEE THAT?!!!! ARE THEY ALLOWED TO DO THAT?”
Her dad of course was of no help. I was laughing so hard I had to wipe the tears from my eyes.
Poor Pootswaddle. She always tried so hard and here the squirrel landed right on top of her head and it was gone before she could even make sense of it all… And of course Gracie-Dog (remember her?) was still running around in a circle sounding the alert. Just in case I suppose… Ya can’t be too careful with those flying-land-on-your-head squirrels on the loose.
The day Pootswaddle and squirrel met eye to eye. Well, almost…
Poots and ‘The Kids’
Pootswaddle, Gracie-Dog, The Moo, peTUNiA, Little-Jane, Lightning, Lambchop, and Scooter.
Spring, Texas