@ct_bergstrom They liked it and whatever they didn't eat they banked by pushing it into the grass, under roof shingles, and into other hiding places.)I fed them on the little railing of my own porch as a neighbor complained about food being left out in a common area. If I was late feeding them, they would come and peer into my window as if to say, "I'm here. Feed me." I fed them until I could do it no longer.