We have squirrels – many, many squirrels. We also have a pear tree with inedible (to us) pears, so we let them fall, making the air fragrant for a little while, and then rake them up and toss them in the compost. And watch the squirrels feast. They’ve turned our garden furniture into dining tables, where they perch, pear in hand, slowly eating around the core, little bits of pear flying off. Then they leave the partially eaten pear behind, littering our furniture with blackening balls.
They’re also dining on the sunflowers I’d set outside in a vase (banished when they didn’t get along with my allergies). The squirrels have learned to feast on the flower heads without tipping over the vase (two failures before they learned the trick). The flowers are now almost totally shredded – but we’ve been infinitely amused.
Maureen
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