The raccoon knocked the platform feeder down again. It doesn’t take much, just trying to climb the 2×6. He’s wrecked it so many times, I stopped trying to nail it back together and learned to prop it so a scrub jay wouldn’t crash it but a squirrel might. This has raccoon vibe all over. Three whole days ago it was—I haven’t touched it. Everything is dead here, boys, don’t light a match. Haven’t seen a bird for days.
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