Hey Man, Can I Score Some Seeds?

It seems my wife, while I was away, has been entertaining nocturnal visitors. A bunch of addicts! They would sell their souls for a bit of sunflower seed. I never knew the power of sunflower seed, which I am sure Noah used as a lure to attract passengers for his cruise, until these villains started coming. If had Godzilla and Mothra been exposed Tokyo would have been spared. The reason dinosaurs evolved into birds is as the former these little morsel's would hardly make a meal. I also have a suspicion George Bush is addicted to them (perhaps you recall the problem Ronald Reagan had with jelly beans?) and I'm sure Edward Kennedy has had his hand in the seed sack!

Meet culprit #1. Before I left for the city this nefarious fellow had been spotted creeping across the top of the deck railing intent on the bird feeder. When discovered with his hand in the cookie jar or bird feeder, as the case may be, he gave that "I was just checking it out look" and disappeared slowly over the side of the deck with a "goodbye, but I'll be back" glance over his furry little shoulder. And he was. He was last seen by my wife going over the side of the deck doing that thing Willie Coyote used to do when he hit the cliff and there was nothing to hold on to. You know it's like the fingers on the blackboard without the "screeech". Just the "oh, oh" look and a long slide down.

Which brings us to culprit #2. Meet the sneak of the week, the king of the road kill, and ingredient of many a mountain pie, a perennial old south favorite Mr. Possumus americanus (or something like that). It was the nose seen first emerging, slowly, from the right side of the lower door jam. Evidently Wanda smelled alright because two little questioning, beady eyes cauciously peered into the room. Upon seeing my wife and Fisal, the attack cat, Mr. P.A. suddenly withdrew. Think like a possum (if you don't mind): There are sunflower seeds on the other side of that door. It's dark over there but to get there requires braving the light from the house, the attack cat and the good smelling people. Well, punk, do ya feel lucky, do ya? The glass door was closed, the punk was lucky and the seeds were within reach when the floodlight on that side of the deck sent culprit #2 back the way he came with little thought of the person, the light or the cat.

And so that brings us to #3, Rocky, "wow, look at all them sunflower seeds, Bullwinkle," the Flying Squirrel. Wanda rushed to the door, threw open the screen. From the top of the feeder, to the gas powered grill, now fly away, fly away, fly away all. And so up to roof top, the oak tree and gone. But our fearless crusader, not one to give up, returned, with his friend. And started the fun all over again. Now like sly bloggers they lurk in the treetops.

So far we can deal with these little critters. But we are told the black bear are also very fond of sunflower seeds. He will be left to enjoys his meal with the hope he doesn't come looking for dessert.