*steps on soapbox* *clears throat*Seems like this wouldn't be TOO hard to figure out (the faces have been blurred - to protect the guilty) (license plates have been blurred to protect the innocent)
This photo essay covers a walkway of just about a half mile. When I first saw the Squirrel Feeding Scofflaws, both were happily tossing peanuts in shells to a half dozen or more squirrels and a crow. Who knows how many more of their squirrel brethren were lurking on the cliffs waiting for a chance to run in and have a little snacky. I ruined their fun by allowing Larkin's leash to go slack and chase all the squirrels back to the bluff while making sure the feeding offenders took note of the 'stink-eye' I was sending their way, then crunched my way across the sidewalk that was littered with peanut shells.
At my turn around point, I began taking pictures of each DO NOT FEED THE SQUIRRELS signs leading up to and beyond the offenders to the parking lot - demonstrating the impossibility for them to NOT know what they were doing is wrong. By the time I returned, the man had stopped feeding and was just sunning himself. The lady was still gleefully tossing nuts *argh*
The ground squirrels here are not the cute, fluffy, tree hopping, nut storing variety that are found in other parts of the country. These are mange-addled, flea-ridden carriers of rabies and who knows what other diseases. I want to yell at the feeders - "GET A LIFE! If you want to help animals, volunteer at a shelter. Go to a hospital and hold drug addicted babies. Visit the elderly. Join Meals-on-Wheels. Find a way to attract squirrels to your backyard for feeding. Certainly there must be something else in this world that you would find fulfilling or amusing that is not destructive nor against the law."
*several deep cleansing breaths* *stepping off soap box now*