Well, fancy meeting you here too. It's like "old home week" in the
garden center.

Julie


On Sun, 29 Jun 2003 17:09:35 -0400, Wendy Chatley Green
typed these words:

For some inexplicable reasons, (Bill Spohn) wrote:


:
:One guy I know was ****ed off that they always ate his birdseed from his
:feeders, and he invested in a rather diabolical feeder device that sensed the
:weight of anything heavier than a squirrel, and then released a spring drive
:that spun the whole feeder, launching the squirrel into low orbit. It didn't
:seem to faze the squirrels, and was actually pretty enteratining to watch,
:sitting on the porch, making bets about direction and distance for the next
:'flying' squirrel.

A long, narrow metal cone mounted wide-end downward around the
feeder's pole will stop a squirrel (assuming that the feeder is not
within jumping distance of any other object, including the ground.


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