Had a squirrel ( the black urban variety ) move into the birdhouse in the cherry tree. He had to chew the entrance bigger to fit his butt in there but him and the missus were really movin in with all the furnishings and methinks they were setting up a nursery what with the bits of rags and insulation and what not we've seen them taking in there. Today when I got home the wife said a bird had moved in and was throwing all the stuff the nice squirrel family had moved in out on the lawn. The poor Mr Squirrel ( I can tell by the balls ) sat there all emasculated as that bird squawked and threw most of his belongings out. The wife added a squirrel house to the honey-do list on the fridge. I'm actually looking forward to this one. Should be fun.