Chilly, gray, and windy. Gale warning on Lake Michigan.

Returning home after some tedious business, I noticed that the plexiglass squirrel baffle, normally sitting just below the bird feeder, had been broken in half and was lying, in pieces, on the ground. Using either induction, deduction, adduction or subduction, I came up with the idea that one of our Sciurus creatures had attempted the now longer rooftop-to-feeder leap, and had almost made it.

After picking up and disposing of the pieces, I made a replacement, using material at hand—much stronger but of which I had little. So the question for tomorrow is: how now, you rascally rodents.