The one who is the provider of the bird feeder knows his squirrels.
I jot down his comments as we watch out the back window.
"The squirrels scope the bird feeder out everyday."
"They often all come at once, along with the birds."
"Imagine, all 4 feet on a virtual pinpoint!"
"They are amazing acrobats & they're smart."
"They leap great distances from the branch to the feeder."
"And they climb the pole like a fireman."
"And another thing~ They have to work fast."
"Oh, he could stay there until it's completely gone."
"This is, after all, his survival."
After awhile he tried gently shooing the squirrels away, but they came right back. Finally, he decided that the chicadees, bluejays, cardinals, nuthatches, downey woodpeckers, sparrows & yellow finches were never going to get a turn at this feeder so he went out & took it down, leaving only the other feeder which has a baffle that is (almost) squirrel proof. The squirrels, being gleaners, then gathered on the ground under the other feeder, cleaning up the seeds dropped by the birds.
"It's a collective spirit," he said.