A couple of running battles are going on here, and I'm not winning.
It wasn't bad enough that the blue jay was taking samples from the ripening strawberries. I could cut out his beak marks and salvage a taste for myself. Now the dirty booger plucks the whole berry and, just to rub it in, takes it up to the deck railing where I can't miss him as he stuffs it down his gullet. Strawberries are not a fruit that one can pick early and let ripen on the counter. The only thing the jay and I agree on is that under ripe strawberries aren't good eating.
The ground squirrels and I have had a tentative detente working down in the barn. If they burrow up in an area where the hole causes no problem for me or the goats, I leave them be. They outnumber me by the dozens, and I've learned to choose my battles. When they, for their own convenience, have come up in a not-so-good area, I stuff the hole with goat poop and excavated dirt. It might take a week of daily refills before they get the idea; then they retreat and we go back to life as usual. An exceptionally stubborn miner has tunneled up right in the middle of the girls' sleeping area...not acceptable. Every day I fill in the hole. Every day there it is again. This has been going on for a long time now. He'll get tired before I run out of goat poop, so I think this campaign might go in my favor...some day.
And then there are the weeds. I surrender.