Tea and figs

There is a burgler in my birdfeeder. I chased the little bastard away the first time, the birds have enough shit to put up with in terms of bird social hierarchy (the sweet red bird is like the intern of the block, and gets booted out if one of the sparrows is hungry) ...

the plot gets more complicated now, however. i think the little rodent has really formed an emotional connection to the place, which we shall call "his condo." i saw him sleeping in it the other night. so now i can't evict him. so now i have a squirrel feeder outside my window. and his appetite has almost cleaned me out of birdseed.