I don’t mind when squirrels come to the bird bath for a drink. In fact, I find it quite adorable. As long as the little shits stay away from the feeder and the owl box, we’re all good.
Usually with a little tussle. Then Gandalf looks over Ferrous like this. Then, they start wrestling and yelling for real. And then Gandalf winds up with tons of new puncture wounds on his head.
Not the best picture since I took it on my tablet, but I was glad to get it at all. Goldfinches are Doug’s favorite backyard bird, and I always enjoy when birds come to the bath, so this was a particularly nice avian visit.
After an extremely challenging move-in day, Dad seems to have settled in to his new apartment pretty quickly. And so have the cats. Bruin has claimed this section of the bookcase as his own.