It does work for quite awhile, but squirrels you know are the second most intelligent creatures on earth. Or is it the first. I'm beginning to wonder.

It seems that after repeated attempts and fails, those little peanut brains started really mulling over solutions. So getting into a huddle, the squirrels (and we have dozens of fat and generally happy ones in our back yard) realizing that their seed supply is being severely limited brainstormed on solutions. After each idea, one of the squirrels would go up and try, then slip on the canisters and fall.

As luck would have it, after a bit one or two of the canister lids came off, which caused the canister to not slip quite as quickly and smoothly. This little break, allowed the squirrel to scoot and jump across the canisters, scootch them aside, regain his (or her) balance and then scoot and jump across a foot or two more and repeat the process until they reached the feeder. From there, they would empty it out, fill their own tummies and throw fistfulls of seeds to the party waiting below.

Hubby, who is beginning to look and sound like Simon Lagree (sp?). I expect him to say at any time "Drat! Foiled again!" But thank god, he doesn't.