Posts Tagged bird feeder

Uninvited share.

I watch him climb the porch-roof post,
looping himself around the beam,
then stretch to slide his furry carcass down
and spread his belly across the feeder lid,
comfortably placed to push feed from
the self-refilling bird shelves —
but those pictures are too dark to read.

All done, the feeder emptied,
he climbs back up,
wraps up around the beam,
walks across, then slides down the post
to the hand rail,

where at least some of the scooped-out
birdfeed piled up on a dry flat dining surface.

He settles in to enjoy the fruits
of a well-thought out
and well-executed plan,
until the backdoor latch,
which sounds a little like a rifle bolt
prompts him to bolt.

By morning, though, the rail was licked clean.
I assume despite his fright
he returned and finished dinner.

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Racoon redux.

“I keep giving her food,
why doesn’t she go away?”

Turns out that is not how you get rid of a stray cat.

Or a resident racoon.IMG_20160131_230254438

There’s feed on the rail, lots of food.IMG_20160131_230241623_TOP

You just reach up and pull. Tilt and spill.

I’m getting way too wonderfully plump
to slither away in escape like this.

Why do you keep interrupting my dinner?
Eating is an every day business.
It’s a mammal thing.

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Little bear, bandit in the dark.

The porch light did not bother him,
nor my flashlight, not the camera flash.

He was on a mission to feed,
having already eaten, it seemed, his entire family
and become fat as a bear cub.

The technique is, to spare himself acrobatics: tilt and spill.

Tilt a little, spill a little more,


then dine at ease along the rail.

I slammed the back door, four feet from him,
and he dove over the rail, to hide under the house,
for almost three minutes.

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