For months I've been conditioning the local squirrels to come to the garden by putting water and hazelnuts out in addition to the wild bird treats. There's one particular squiz, Tattytail, who has been getting braver over the last few weeks and he'll sit in the hawthorn tree gobshiting at me when I sit on the doorstep, all the others run away quickly.
I came home from work tonight to a gleeful Mr F who was overjoyed that Tattytail ran along the back fence onto the side fence this morning then proceeded to jump onto the kitchen windowledge, eighteen inches from where Mr F was stood watching, scampered along there then dropped onto the back doorstep and picked one of the hazelnuts up and ate it. I've done all the work and Mr F is getting all of the benefit while I'm at work. It's so unfair!