Overthinking Nerdy things.

As you may have seen, I have been using this frog-themed birdbath as a feed bowl to attract birds for my latest photography project.

It was working well and it added a fun element to my photos.

But the other morning I went to refill the bowl with bird food and it had been knocked over and frog heads were gone.

Then I saw this.

Clearly, the groundhog was the culprit.

Lock him up.

He's guilty.

The monster even returned to the scene of the crime to admire his murderous vandalism.

Case closed.

OR IS IT?

A new suspect appears!

One of the fox teenagers has been snacking on spilled bird food.

Could he have jumped up to the bowl? Could he have knocked it over to claim more unsalted peanuts for himself?

DID HE FRAME THE GROUNDHOG?

This case is a mess. All I have is circumstantial evidence and speculation. No confession. No eyewitness to the frogicide.

What would Columbo do?

Perhaps he would set a trap so that the culprit would incriminate themselves. He might leave the birdbath filled with tasty bird chow overnight, set up a camera, and see if the groundhog or the fox take the bait and expose themselves as the villain.

JUST ONE MORE THING...

The outlaw gang of raccoon vandals returned last night.

Their ringleader had no shame.

I'm calling him Jesse James.

And I made this cool poster.

I will be locking up the food at night from now on, but I had to capture as much raccoon shenanigans as possible before then.

Claiming he could eat the stuff every day and still not get tired of it, local yak Henry Cunningham expressed his sincere hope Tuesday that they never stop making grass. “Man, after a long day on the plateau, nothing hits the spot like a big mouthful of grass,” said Cunningham, adding that just thinking about grass’s unbeatable taste and satisfying texture was making his mouth water.

Ah, see, its simple