Good Grief, Gaylord!

Dear Diary,

Every day I put up the bird feeder and every day Gaylord tears it apart.  He scrambles up and stuffs his rather chubby body into it (tail has to hang out of course) and then gives me "the look".  I can just imagine he's thinking, "Bet you thought I couldn't do this. HA!"  I will have to find another feeder I guess as he's just about destroyed this lovely wooden one which was a gift.  But that's what squirrels do I guess.

We had lots of heavy rain, wind and even a thunderstorm last night but now we are getting a bit of freezing rain.  Lots of snow in the mountains but it should clear here and this ice will melt.  I would rather have snow than ice.  I'm not ready for this!