I got all excited and planned a visit to Canadian Tire this weekend, until I remembered that I can't even put out the regular feeder until Finley gets too old (or blasé or fat or lethargic or something) to be climbing every structure and/or tree in a three house radius in search of birds to kill. He still climbs on top of the neighbour's pigeon coop to stare inside whilst licking his chops, even though they've been gone for a year. No winged thing is safe where the Fin is in earshot, unfortunately. Little bugger. If I didn't love him so much, I could just kill him sometimes.Originally Posted by queenb;2904779;
ETA: Actually, I just remembered - the hummingbirds I saw at our last house were flitting around the honeysuckle vine growing over our fence. So planting some honeysuckle might do the trick as well.