This squirrel thought it was really nice of me to scatter winter rye seed for him. He digs little holes all through the garden to get at the big juicy seeds. He doesn't seem to mind that big metal thing there either. "Scarecrow? I'm not a crow!" When he's done the sparrows take over the feast. This happens every year. Usually I get a good winter rye cover crop to come up even with all the critters.