The dry cleaners did an excellent job with it, got the pleats all neat and everything, despite the fact that they had no idea whatsoever what it was. I know this because my receipt listed two overcoats and one "sleeveless dress."
And while the feeder remains unvisited by anything but chickadees and the occasional titmouse, yesterday I finally saw a squirrel!
Yes, a squirrel. I know, glee is weird here, but it had been over a week with no squirrels. It was like a violation of the laws of nature. No birds, no squirrels...when did I wander into Silent Spring? But at last, one appeared. He shinnied up the pole holding the feeder, eyed it carefully, climbed on top, climbed head down to the bottom, put a paw on the flipper mechanism, and was promptly flung free. I gloated behind the blinds.
And now, back to work...