Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the war rages on. It’s now quiet, but earlier, we had the first round of the morning. Me scooting out the back door to the deck, shooing them off, them glaring at me like I’ve lost my mind. I have now been shown a peacock’s hind end. I think that silly pheasant was trying to insult me, but since it’s a bird, who knows. I have learned that their tail feathers make a rather interesting noise when they shake ’em atcha.
After four or five times, of them running around to the front of the house, to get into those plants, then running back around to the deck, with me in hot pursuit, it might be a good idea to bring those potted plants on the deck, into the house. Ok, I’m slow, and it’s early. Gimme a break. Then I got the bright idea, that since change rattling in a can works with cats, why not try it on my feathered friends. Well, it did work, to a small degree, for about 10 seconds. So, I kept rattling the can, filled with the change I save up to put in the kids bank accounts. Naturally, change flew. Everywhere. Yes, I did have my hand on both the top and the bottom. It slipped. Of course, while I was busy picking up change from the deck, and out of the grass, the evil birds snuck around behind me, to get up on the roof.
Now, I’m thinking barbed wire along the wood line. Very high, very sharp, barbed wire.