Anti-freeze and peanuts should thin the herd.
The squirrels are simply attracted by all the nuts living there.
I hate squirrels. They eat at my house.
BUTTERMILK SQUIRREL PIE
Ingredients: 2 squirrels , cut up
1 teaspoon salt
1 (16 ounce) can vegetables , mixed
1 (10 ounce) can cream of mushroom soup
1 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup margarine , melted
1 cup self rising flour
Directions: Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Wash squirrels well inside and out with warm water. Cut into serving pieces. Put squirrel into a kettle, add water to cover 2 inches and add salt, heat to boiling. Reduce heat, cover tightly and simmer until very tender, 1-2 hours+ depending on age. The meat should be almost ready to fall off the bones. Remove squirrel and let drain. When cooled cut meat from bones. Mix together vegetables, soup and squirrel meat in a casserole dish. Mix buttermilk, margarine and flour together and pour over top. Bake at 375 degrees for 40-45 minutes.
Have a smallish back yard, but heavily landscaped, terraced, etc....beautiful. It’s a sanctuary, really. Among the roses, bushes, etc. are four shepherd’s hooks holding hanging flowers and feeders (mainly hummingbird feeders).
I work in a home office that is actually the sun room, so I’m surrounded by glass and get to enjoy the beautiful, natural, peaceful surroundings all day as I toil in the field of high performance computing.
Right outside the window closest to my desk is one of these shepherd’s hooks. On it is a bird feeder. The birds love it; always a parade of them chomping away at the seed and singing happily.
Then....the squirrels. There are about four of them that haunt the place. Two, in particular.....they test me every single day. They will climb this shepherd’s hook and attack the seed in the bird feeder until I bark at them to get down. They’ll scamper off, laughing and giggling and semi-sneering at me, only to return moments later to try again. Of course, I have to stand, slam my hand on my desk or bark at them....eventually it’s just a “...don’t even try it” and they scamper and giggle.
I swear the little bastids consider it a game. They know we won’t hurt them, we even have a painted up flower pot full of seed hanging at the upper terraced level just for them. They, of course, empty that and come to get more from the bird feeder...knowing full well they shouldn’t and what will happen.
Stupid moi allowed it to become a game, as I said. Literally. If they weren’t so damned cute they’d be dead.
“It’s like Occupy Wall Street here,” lamented Bob Friedrich”
Hahaha, he has the OWSers pegged!