I see you Mr. Squirrel. I see you on my bird feeder.
I see you doing acrobatics to get at the seed.
I see you sitting in the tree.
I hear you chittering at me.
You are lucky that I am willing to put up with your nonsense, simply because this is my first bird feeder and my first tree in my first yard. And that still makes me happy. But wait until next year, Mr. Squirrel... wait until next year...