I have a new visitor to our bird-feeder. In other circumstances, I might even think he is cute and cuddly. He has a thick coat, brindle-striped in greys and browns. And he's made a beeline path in the snow to a little nest right under the bird-feeder. His only redeeming quality is that he scoots when I say scat. Guilty conscience, I would say.
Our famous Canadian cold is finally scheduled to arrive, so made sure the feeder is full.
I wonder if a few strategically placed moth-balls might convince him to nest somewhere else. Where does one buy moth-balls these days?
