Today a fat grey squirrel crawled along the branch and hung by its feet as it tried to figure out how to get down to the cone. It grabbed onto the plastic cylinder with its forepaws and got its rear end down to join the front end. Then it hung on to the top of the cone with its rear paws as it tried to figure out how to get round underneath the cone to the delectable seedy delights beneath.
Then it slipped.
It flew down the cone, off the edge and plummeted into the snow.
God I laughed.
Squirrels: rats with a good PR Department. Anytime a squirrel suffers humiliation is a time for joy.