I love my little backyard birdies. However, the Howling Gale (TM) that roared in last weekend buried, and I mean buried, the feeders. What used to be at my eye level, was now nearly lost beneath the snow. I felt sorry for the little guys, and applied some good old Canadian technology to the problem of how to get to the feeder for a dig-out and refill.
The gal next door came outside, ostensibly to let her dogs out, but really it was to ask her crazy neighbor if she was *really* snow-shoeing in the back yard. Why, yes, I am.
Mission accomplished! The feeder is full and accessible again. And, as I whispered to my cat later that evening, I fed her TV. :)
A reminder of what the yard looks like in summer... bird feeder is at extreme left.
Bonus points to anyone who tells me in a comment where I got the title of this post from... without the use of a search engine.