page 18 softly softly to catch a monkey, down right crafty to stop a squirrel

Page 18

Softly, softly to catch a monkey,
Downright crafty to stop a squirrel.

“Hi mother, I have thought of a way to stop the squirrels”

“Oh, did you ever make me jump, why don’t you let me know when you’re here”

“I did you need to sort your ears out again. Any how I am popping out to sort out the squirrel situation, see you in a bit” and of I went.

Firstly I took the top part of the bird feeder off and pushed the pole through a large flower pot so it was upside down on the pole. Then I put an adjustable clamp round the pole underneath it, tightened it up so the flower pot stayed in place and put the feeder back together.

“You have put a flower pot on the pole” exclaimed mother “how will that stop them”

“I think and hope that they will not be able to get past it” in theory it should work, but squirrels are clever.

Well I went and started the ironing and the other odd chores I do for mother when I heard a shout,

“Come here quickly”

“What om earth is the matter mother?”

“Look at the flower pot, there is a squirrel in it, he must be going round and round by the way it is shaking”

Laugh or what, the flower pot was shaking violently as a squirrel was inside it doing I don’t know what. All of a sudden it ran down the pole and on to the fence, where it sat weighing up the situation. Mother thought it was hysterically funny.

“I wonder what he will do next” pondered mother grinning.

“I don’t know but here is one of his friends” with that another squirrel ran up the pole and stopped, he looked and looked, went a little further looked some more, then ran back down and joined the other.

“they are really baffled at the moment” I informed mother,” but now they are sat on the fence having a discussion on how the get past it”

Mother laughed and said, “well two heads are better than one”

“True, but there is only one of me against them and squirrels are pretty smart” mother roared she was having the time of her life. (At my expense)

“You will never stop them” she giggled (mmmmm and I can’t resist a challenge)


Till next time

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