"Hey, you! You in there."
"Hey yourself. Yeah, I see you. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Don't look busy. What you're doing anyway?"
"Trying to dream up something for my blog. What do you want?"
"The suet feeder out here is just about empty. Did you know that? Wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on that thing, you know. Fill it when it gets low like this."
"What do you mean? It's out here, and I'm out here, and a guy's gotta eat."
"It's meant for the woodpeckers, as if you didn't know. The Downy and the Northern Flicker and the like."
"That may be what you want, but you know that the jays out here get most of it, and anyway, it's first come first served. So I'd appreciate it if you would get off your butt and bring out a new cake. Like today... Or else."
"Or else what?"
"See these claws? I could make a hole in your screen."
"Try it, buddy, and you'll be sorry."
Those little claws did look sharp, though. So I got up, peeled the plastic off the last suet cake in the freezer, walked outside and filled the feeder. That little furry guy was right. The old suet was just about gone. (hh)