I thought I was being clever.
After the great ninja squirrel raid, I decided to put out just one single fat ball as a peace offering.One. Singular. No more, no less.I hung it on the strongest hook, on the sturdiest feeder, and stepped back with a satisfied nod.Big mistake.Within thirty seconds, one of the six ninjas spotted it and decided this was his moment to shine.He launched himself from the fence like a furry Olympic gymnast — triple twist, full extension — and landed on the fat ball with all his weight.The fat ball had other ideas.It swung violently like a wrecking ball. The squirrel clung on for dear life, spinning round and round like a very confused fairground ride. His little legs were flailing, eyes bulging, tail spinning like a propeller.Then physics joined the party.The entire feeder pole started to lean… then wobble… then CRASH.The fat ball, the pole, the squirrel, and half a bag of dignity all came tumbling down in one glorious heap.The squirrel shot out like a furry rocket and disappeared head-first into the lavender bush with a muffled squeak.The fat ball rolled across the patio like it was trying to escape the crime scene.The other five ninjas were watching from the shed roof, absolutely losing it. One fell off backwards. Another was laughing so hard he was lying on his back kicking his legs in the air.Even the magpies stopped mid-moss-bomb to stare in disbelief.Caroline the Cordyline looked like she was trying not to laugh. One of her droopy leaves was trembling with effort.I just stood there holding my empty trug, tea towel over my arm, watching a lone fat ball slowly roll towards the fence like it had seen enough and was leaving for a better life.Moral of the story: Never underestimate the fighting spirit of a single fat ball when it’s had enough of being bullied by squirrels.The end (until tomorrow… when I will probably try again like the idiot I am)
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