Meanwhile, on the other feeder, the war continues. The victory was short. The squirrels soon figure things out. They expertly dangle from the tips of their toes like experienced trapeze artists and reach down to grab the seeds. However, this time they apparently decided they weren't getting the seed fast enough and quite obviously all their squirrel buddies were complaining that they had to wait their turns, so the squirrels proceeded to chew right through the feeder, spilling the the contents to the waiting crowd below. A drunken squirrel party ensues. Happy little buggers engorging themselves.

So, cursing and fussing hubby goes off to Canadian Tire to buy a new feeder. Certainly there is one that the squirrels can't chew through. Hmmm, here's a nice cedar feeder. Certainly that will last longer than those cheap plastic jobs.

Now, if hubby wasn't so serious about winning this war, we'd enjoy the squirrel antics. Wife half enjoys them. As they are, she's not sure who is funnier, husband or squirrels.

So, realizing that the double hangar didn't do it and to protect his new investment, hubby decides to tie a line between two trees and hang the feeder from there. Certainly there will be over 10 feet on either side of the feeder. The little buggers won't be able to manuever that!

Well, then again. As I mentioned earlier, squirrels are trapeze artists. It was no time at all before they tight rope walked that line and filled their tummies and no time at all before the feeder is emptied.

Hmmm, what will hubby do next?

Stay tuned.....