Gone to the birds

So I have never been afraid of birds. Never had a reason too. Until now. AND NOW they are freaking EVERY WEAR! LOIS you may want to turn back to the last blog you read and forget about reading mine! ;0

  

 

The day before yesterday was steak day. Big day at our house because usually I am the only one who ends up eating it. I have one boy who hates to chew it and one who refuses to eat red meat. So instead of cheers from the peanut gallery (oh wait we can't have that either, allergies) I get moans and groans. I decided that salt and pepper, and a good amount of garlic, would hide the fact that our dinner once mooed. I headed to the grill to get it lit and warmed up. When I lifted the lid we found weeds had blown into it and I spent a half hour picking them all out and cleaning it up. We (I) ate our yummy (chewy) steaks and then I headed back out to clean the grill again. What to my surprise did I find? A BIRD MAKING A NEST IN MY BBQ!!!!!! It was still freaking WARM from cooking. It flew out and nearly got me, and then started squawking like I was the one who scared the living begoodness out of IT! After my heart attack I taped the air holes shut and watched from the family room window as he continually kept trying to get in. Funnily enough the only tape in the house was packing tape so his hole to his home was deceptively cut off from use and he couldn't tell!! For the next hour or so that was my sole entertainment. Even America's got talent couldn't tear me away, because lets face it, THIS year I am not so sure about anyone actually having talent in America. Every time I laughed Taylor kept telling me I was so "MEAN" and "why could'nt we let him build a home in there?" WTH!!?? Um....no thank you? So now I have the project of completely bleaching my entire BBQ because I am seriously freaked OUT that there is lice and other living microscopic germs in my BBQ.

Anyone want to come have hot dogs at my house tonight? giggle.

Then this morning Chris and I are out spraying the weeds in our parking lot at work and he finds TWO little baby sparrows on the ground. Apparently they both fell out of their nest right above our heads. What is really sad is that one of them was still alive! His little feet were kicking while he lays on his back squawking. Chris nearly started to cry and wanted me to take care of him. WHAT do you think I am a MOM??? I explained to him the concept of survival of the fittest but I think all I did was scare him into thinking that if he ever broke his leg I would leave him to die. Poor kid has such a tender heart. Now he is mad at me and keeps looking at me like I am a murderer. He went back out and checked to see if it was still there and comes in and tells me the mother bird was there watching from the telephone pole. He muttered under his breath what a horrible mom that bird was. I hope I can live up to his standards! lol....