The squirrel-a-whirl was a disaster. A raccoon stole all the corn, bending the feeder nearly in two and pulling the stakes out in the process. The hummingbirds are casual at best about visiting the feeders we put up for them, and who can blame them when they have a gigantic mat of honeysuckle just feet away? It would be like getting up from a free prime rib dinner to hit the Whataburger drive thru.
Despite our failures, or at least our lack of roaring successes, I remain hopeful that we can attract some sort of wildlife other than scavengers and vermin over here. Which is why buying an Owl Shack is the best idea ever in the entire world. Actually, making one is an even better idea, because those suckers are expensive, but sometimes you just have to accept that there are some things you should but will never actually do and therefore it's best just to drop the fifty bucks.
So. An owl house. After Eric and I were done researching, we started trying to make screech owl noises. His are whistlier, mine are from the throat. A-woowoowoowoowoo.
We actually got a response from a screech owl far down the creek, which proves that we are meant to host owls in our back yard. If one takes up residence here, we're going to name it Owlwo, which has the benefit of being a palindrome and the drawback of being really stupid. A-woowoowoowoowoo!