A few weeks ago I put out one of the bird feeders my parents got Rob for his birthday. It was disappointing not seeing any birds on it, but the seed was mysteriously going down. This morning, though, I saw the creature responsible for the disappearing food. Mr. Squirrel hopped across the top of the fence and reached all the way over to the hook, gripping his back paws onto the top and hung himself upside down so his could reach his front paws to the opening. I'm not surprised in the least that he is the feeder's main patron, but I'm happy that at least someone is getting fed. Little stinker.