Do NOT go there.
Posted on | June 26, 2011 | 1 Comment
It doesn’t matter if you need the sprayer to hit the cucumbers with a squirt of fish emulsion.
Or if you want your trowel to divide and transplant the daylilies.
The kids cannot get their sprinkler out of the hot summer days bin.
And don’t even think about turning on the hose.
Because if you should happen to get close to these little items carefully nested and tucked between the shelves and the brick…
…and if this little thing should happen to be home…
Then…AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!
Do NOT go there! They say birds will not actually attack you and get tangled in your hair. But I am living proof that they will fly up in your face causing you to spill hot coffee down your nightgown when you’re simply out for a peaceful morning stroll on the deck.
I am thinking of serving her with a civil suit for disturbing the peace. Or first degree burns that could have been third degree if I wasn’t such a fan of flavored creamer. But I’m afraid next time she might take my eyes out.
The incubation, hatching, and fledging of Carolina wren chicks only takes about 28 days from start to finish. I hope the cukes can hold on until then.
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June 29th, 2011 @ 6:46 pm
Too funny! We have a family of wrens who kill whatever they happen to be nesting in on our deck every year. But – it’s a tradition I suppose 🙂 Good Luck. We’re on our second nesting this season…