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They seem so cute, with their little hands and bushy tails and doey eyes.  But squirrels are the enemy and on them I have declared war for the high crime of denying unalienable rights to the birds of the Douglass backyard.

Exhibit A: Destroyed bird nest.  Contents presumed eaten.

They have ravaged a bird nest (Exhibit A above).  They have commandeered a hummingbird feeder (Exhibit B below).  They have ransacked a cardinal feeder.  They have run amok and their defense: their cuteness.

Exhibit B: Emptying the hummingbird feeder.

Well, it won't work here.  Cute or not, they will be contained.  Effective immediately, it's no more Mr. Nice-Guy.  To quote Winston Churchill, "whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender."





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