If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
Vikki & I are in the middle of our annual visit from the world's loudest mocking bird. Fucking birds.
I like those birds, especially on fence posts along green Iowa cornfields - they speak of summer. Sorry about your car mirrors.
Red wing blackbirds were a rarity around here, until a few years ago. Now we see them all the time and unlike you Mr. Crumudgeon, we like them.
Just to clarify, I am not necessarily anti-red-winged blackbird (or anti-any bird, for that matter). There just happens to be this one that is a particular pain in the ass. I'm hoping this open letter to him might precipitate a change in behavior.
I wasn't sure what this post was about from the title, lucky for me I read further on.
There U go. Ya' gotta' keep it simple with these winged vagrants, otherwise they just don't fuckin' GET IT.
It's obviously in love with that delectible looking Red-Winged Blackbird in the mirror.This might sound crazy but maybe if you covered up the mirrors it would go away. Just a theory.
There's a dog that has been responding to said bird's call...for the last hour and ten minutes straight and amazingly enough, apparently dogs can't get laryngitis.
I've read this post like 10 times and I laugh my ass off each time.
should i assume you dont leave food out for the bird
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