Tenacity, thy name is squirrel
Here he is again. He's given up on the only squirrel proof feeder I have, and has foisted himself on a thistle sock, terrorizing the poor little finches who had previously been enjoying this food source.
Mind you, I FEED the damn squirrels. They have their own feeder, plus two other bird feeders that they dangle from with staggaring regularity. Greedy little bastards.
I do have the fattest squirrels on the block, and I'm very proud of it. Maybe I need to get out more?