Der Waschbar

Every time we see bluebirds in our yard, we go crazy buying mealworms and anything else they supposedly eat. We put out the mealworms, and the chipmunks and woodpeckers devour them in minutes. We thought we had the entree to beat all entrees in the form of specially made 'Bluebird Nuggets' Tim found at a feed store. Suet, raisins, and peanut butter all ground up and processed into tidy bluebird bite-sized nuggets.

They ought to have an alternate label on the bag: Crack For Raccoons. This little guy came out in broad daylight, and kept visiting the deck well into the night looking for more, driving Mocha Java into a yowling territorial frenzy.

On an unrelated note: I still need to figure out the character map on the laptop so I can write umlaut and accent marks...