When I went to the Red Squirrel place in Formby, not one pesky squirrel showed it's hairy face, not one. I rattled my bag of seeds as hard as I could but the ungrateful little critters stayed hidden. In disgust I didn't sprinkle it on the ground and leave, I put it in the bin.
Many years ago I was conducting a annual weapons test for TA soldiers on the adjacent Altcar ranges. Half way through the second detail of the morning Mr Nutkins appeared on the banking in front of the targets, "STOP" I shouted, after a few minutes he continued on his way, "CARRY ON" firing continued, Ginger friend appeared again. "STOP", so it continued until it was obviously unfair to carry on with the test (worth about £1000 bounty to some) and after conferring we decided that all those present would have passed if they could continue. Dinner time. after dinner I made my way back to the range to find the entire butts swarming with squirrels. Disturbing a protected species is illegal, so the afternoon shoots had to be abandoned. It was believed, although never proven, that someone was feeling lazy and seeded the targets with squirrel bait.