A perspective from Oregon’s mid-Willamette Valley
This is getting old: I put a suet cake in the feeder, and the next morning it is gone. Although direct evidence is lacking, suspicion falls heavily on bandits of a particular masked kind.
Some kind of vandalism is easy to excuse. When, for instance, you’re a squirrel — perhaps, allegedly — and there, in a tree, you find some suet to still your hunger during a night of ice and snow.
“Hey, you! You in there.”