Patience? Nah. Persistence. I spotted him in August. He was staying under my utility trailer parked in the back yard, in the yews out front, and a few other spots. I noticed he was frail and seldom flew. Messed up wing was my guess. I began talking to him quietly and throwing worms toward him while he was out in the open and then walking away quickly. I then did the same by laying worms on the ground when I knew he was under the trailer. I made "worms" out of bacon when I didn't have worms at hand.

In fall, I started dropping food from my bedroom window in early morn when I knew he would be in the yew. Always talking first. Then, I would go out the front door, stand on the steps and do the same. Then, talk but no grub until he came toward me. That took a while. Then, grub on the railing. Then, grub on the railing removed if he didn't come to get it while I was there. Then, grub in the hand until he came to the railing to be hand fed. And he really likes warm water when it's cold. For that, he has to sit on my finger and drink from the bowl.

What I said about the squirrel and the lead? I would never do that. For one thing, it is illegal to discharge a firearm within city limits. But, I have grub and a hockey stick and if he messes with Rob again, his training will begin. Don't worry. He won't suffer... I am a Canuck and I know how to stick handle.