Thursday, February 11, 2010

"I can't go outside." "Why?" "There are BIRDS out there."

For the last couple of days, my neighborhood has become home to all the blackbirds who ever existed. They live by the hundreds in the grass nearby, pecking for food. They perch in the trees. I step outside, innocently wanting to go get the mail, and look up to find them watching me from the trees.

This is getting seriously kind of weird.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, seriously! You must be related to your grandmother!

    Those birds are just sitting there... waiting... waiting... hoping you'll come out so they can poop on you! It's kind of fun to clap your hands so they all flap their wings!


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