When I returned home from work I discovered that my 1.5 lb homemade suet cake had been devoured. "What?! I just put it out this morning!" Immediately I blamed the squirrels. They've been plundering the feeders unapologetically for a couple weeks now. Too lazy to have stored up for the winter and hibernate these suburban squirrels. And yet, how could anything, man or beast, resist this delectable peanut butter and lard concoction loosely based on the Zick-Dough recipe also known as "crack for birds"?
ABA commandments better than most of you and the destroying angel had passed by my household. But no longer. The plague has taken my first born batch of suet.
European Starlings are an untrusting and paranoid bunch; shifty fellows as one might expect common criminals to be. I find them experts in camera evasion techniques. In order to catch them in the act, I had to set up 24-hr surveillance and create a blind inside my patio door. I even sacrificed my second born batch of suet on the altar of backyard bird photography to get these photos.