We have a new resident at the Woodpile, named Red Baron. He
recently retired from a distinguished career with the circus as a high flying
acrobat. “Red Baron” is his circus name, and no one seems to remember his real
name, not even himself!
When he first arrived at the Woodpile, Red Baron dropped by
the Blackbird Tavern for a cold drink. He overheard the regulars talking about
the impossible to raid feeder. It hangs off a long rope on a very thin branches
and it swings all over the place. No one
but the birds can get at it. The birds have been teasing us furry critters
about how they have it all to themselves. They have the nerve to sit in the
feeder and drop empty sunflower shells on our heads!
This has been so humiliating to the furry critter community.
We organized a boycott of all bird owned businesses at the Woodpile. That lasted
all of one day. It never dawned on us the only watering hole at the Woodpile
was the Blackbird (bird owned) Tavern. I am afraid beer won out.
Red Baron introduced himself to the regulars. He boosted he
could wipe the smirk off those bird’s faces. He said if he failed, we would buy the house a round of beers every night for a month. If he was successful we would pay
for all his drinks for a year. The fellows thought this was an easy bet to win
and would be entertaining at the same time. (For the record, this was before we
knew about his career in the circus). He told us to meet at the infamous bird
feeder at 6am sharp the next morning and to bring a camera to record the event.
What can I say, the photos tell the story all by themselves.
