We had a hawthorn tree in the back yard, and my dad hung a birdfeeder from one of the branches.
The birds flew from all around to eat the birdseed, but there were also a lot of squirrels coming to eat.
My dad would get angry and yell at the squirrels, and he’d fill a bucket with ice to throw at the squirrels.
“Go chase those squirrels away!” he’d yell at us.
And, for a while, throwing ice cubes at squirrels was fun.
But futile.
So, I stopped thinking of it as a birdfeeder. And, instead, it became a squirrelfeeder.