Oh Dear, a deer!
Coming back this morning from my daily walk, my cat ran ahead of me, coming back from her morning outing. At the corner to the backyard she came to a dead stop and stared. Quietly I joined her and watched a deer empting the birdfeeder, then drinking from the birdbath and jumping the fence to my neighbor's garden.
I had been wondering why lately some days the birdfeeder seemed to be liked clean. Now I know.