Am I smarter then a squirrel?

I have always regarded you as way better than any squirrel : Smarter Than The Average Bear, in fact. :-)

I could send you a Powerful Owl : 

.... in the wee small morning hours last week we had to listen, for around twenty minutes, to a possum squealing whilst being devoured. No short, damp squeak for that lad. Nature is red in tooth & claw ....... and feather.

For the last two years we've had a mating pair hanging around the neighbourhood. I haven't had to put rat bait in the roof space since. Some nights they 'chatter' to each other, typically from over 30 metres. We listened for a good half hour on one occasion. They were soft, even melodic, sounds with much variation. Definitely much information content I reckon. One wonders if they were comparing hunting notes, or planning an attack etc.

Cheers, Mike.

"... try to figure out how to climb a greased pole ... " : do Political Science 101 at Melbourne University. :-)))

PS 102 builds upon that so you can climb said pole, this time with your head lodged in your own colon.

The look on that poor possum's face is so ... familiar somehow...

*drag empathy to robl's concerns instead* I think on the whole, you are smarter than a squirrel, robl. Definitely! And don't let anybody tell you you're not.

;)

You can tell them I'm not. I capitulated to our squirrels to the point I'm now recognised by them when I'm out and am accompanied home.

today I am not so sure about the "smart thing". 

And today?

It's completely different I know but your uncertainty reminds me of the time I thought it would be a good idea to use some pond clear in our pond because it was looking a bit... well... difficult to interact with our fish, or even see we had fish.

It worked very well. The water turned all sparkly see-through again :) and the fish looked very fetching in it indeed. I was so happy. They'd started out as teensy baby ones indoors - with us - so it was like a big family reunion. Even our cats were so delighted they hung about the perimeter waving their paws in at them.

And the next morning ... we'd grown a mysterious grey stump on the farthest side of the pond from the window I glanced out of towards it.

Pond edges growing mysterious grey stumps overnight is a phenomenon I'd not had the chance to investigate before so I thought I would seize this opportunity and do just that, which is when it grew eyes and a beak, flew away and turned into a heron - all at the same time  and lo!!! ... there was nothing left in the pond to wave at...

*guilt-ridden pause*

I tried to see the streaming link you set up (my last night, your day) but either I don't have the software, or I have to update it. I can't exactly remember which because the details appear to have gone missing from my head,  and either need downloading again or refreshing, which I am planning to do.

anniet its not your fault  but mine.  I was using an app that gave me pause/reason to rethink the webpage feed.  as a result I disabled it and am in the process of redoing it as a direct stream using obs and nginx.  This is all a bit new to me so it might be a while.  One thing I can say is that the nylon sleeve on the 4x4 post stops the little darlings.  they get their front paws/feet on opposite sides and slide down the post.  Sort of like greasing the pole as mikey had  noted, but without all the mess.

And Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all!

And to you too!! :)

I will return for the feed... no nylon sleeving or slippery poles will stop me... I assure you... :)