I've mentioned that Ranger hasn't mastered bird hunting yet, much to my relief. It's not for lack of trying, though.
His first efforts involved quick darts from under the deck towards the bird feeders. The birds, naturally, just flew away.
So Ranger got trickier. About a month ago I saw him rolling in the grass and birdseed debris, then lying quietly next to the feeder. Camoflage?
That didn't work, so he quit bothering the birds for a while. The cotton rats were much easier prey and readily available. They must have gotten boring though, because he's back to trying for the birds again.
Today I saw a couple new techniques. First there was the stealth approach.....
When 30 minutes under the feeder didn't work, he decided that, "If the birds won't come to me, I'll go to them!" So up in the tree he went.
Nothing magically appeared, so he checked out the "link" between the finch feeder and the tree branch.
That wasn't fruitful. Maybe this basket of fat hanging here?
Still no luck. And while Ranger is ingenious at trying out new approaches, his patience is rather limited. So he quit for today...and the birds rapidly flew back in to reclaim their territory.
I shouldn't laugh, because one of these days he's going to be successful, but it's still rather humorous to see his repeated attempts. Maybe we should have named him Edison (of the Thousand and One Steps to Success)!