Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. Henry David Thoreau

Friday, April 1, 2011

BUH BUH BUH BIRD BIRD BIRD...BIRD IS THE WORD! (repeat)










I love birds. I love watching birds. I feed birds. If you looked in my documents file, you would say I have an unhealthy obsession with birds. Birds are everywhere. I decorate with birds.






























Bird Overload?  Let me tell you about BIRD OVERLOAD...

Somewhere out there in the realm of nature, there is a force. It is called INSTINCT.  There is a bird out there
and that bird is hearing the VOICE OF INSTINCT, and that voice is telling him GET IN THAT HOUSE!

This bird has a mate, and that mate is telling this bird....LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE!

How do I know about this?  Because I have seen. Because I have heard.

This bird.




This bird wants in my house.





This bird's mate wants in my house too.





They want it bad.





They like this tree...this tree sits right outside of my bedroom window.


My bedroom.
Where I like to sleep later than 7 am.
Where I like to take afternoon naps.

This bird is tough.  Tireless.  Tenacious.  Slobbery.


This is bird slobber.

sorry about this picture...it doesn't begin to show how bad the window looks!

These two devil birds work as a team.  One slams into the window, not once, but multiple times at a whack, then flies to a branch to sing while the B-team comes in for a dive.  Repeat.  Then I come in to try and capture this demonic activity with my camera and they both dart to the ground to eat gravel, then fly away into the cedars just 10 feet away, which by the way would be a lovely place for a nest.  I stand motionless by the window, and wait for the next sortie.  If I had a decent camera you would get to see this, but so far I have failed to catch the devils slamming their glorious red bodies into the glass.  The glass that is so glommy with bird slobber that they don't even see me standing there. The most irritating thing is the way they chirp away, cheering each other on, chirping right through the pain of the assault. I have witnessed this madness taking place from 7 am to 7 pm. Non stop. I stop watching for snacks, naps in the basement where it is quiet, catching up on world news.... They stop for nothing.

I think they have not heard about what happened to the last cardinal who tried to get into my bedroom to build a nest.  Not to be deterred by the plastic snake, the window covered with the funny papers, the shooing and shooshing, he came against a force much stronger than NATURE and INSTINCT.

He met my husband, THE BIRDINATOR.  Enough said.


I fear that these two determined love-birds are destined to meet their maker before they have a chance to build a nest and raise a little family. It is the way of nature. 
It is the way of THE BIRDINATOR.

PLEASE PRETTY BIRDS...
GO AWAY AND LIVE YOUR LIVES IN PEACE.
GO BUILD YOUR NEST AND LIFE THE LIFE YOU WERE BORN TO LIVE...
.GO NOW WHILE YOU STILL CAN...YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO DIE!


The End.
"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." Ralph Waldo Emerson

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