Somehow they managed to squeeze their seed fattened faces through the feeder's anti-squirrel defences, but it was a close thing.
On the weekend, we hired a jay to bounce the chippies from the feeder. Tragically, we found the bird dead a short while later. We are currently seeking warrants for a few "fat faced chippies of interest" based upon sworn complaints, affidavits, and testimony.
By Sunday, there was more color in the trees (5%?). It looks like peak color should grace the northwoods in a week or two. The lake temperature on Sunday was 64°F, cold but swimmable for those that are desperate for one last swim. That would not include us. Maybe next week. If the bar's lime tree fruits don't get any bigger, we are going to have to pioneer the concept of appetizer drinks (it's what you drink before you drink to make you more thirsty!) to properly scale the bar's lime size.
-Nemo's looking for a few teeny, tiny martini glases.