You people on antidepressants don’t know what you’re missing. How are you ever going to know who stole your seeds? Personally, I’d rather be just fine for thirty days and then go catatonic in the morning. A certain constellation under a half moon, an overlay of weaknesses that line up with the map.
Before I feed the birds, I have to look outside and see if the coast is clear. A couple of chipmunks or a single ground squirrel can wipe out all four feeding stations before the birds ever have a chance. Sometimes there are jays and chipmunks getting pushy with each other. The key is to have a large bucket of birdseed and keep it filled. Like loaves and fishes.