An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
It started out as a reasonably pleasant morning. A bit chilly for my tastes, and had to turn the heater up, but other than that….no problem. Well, I could have used another hour of sleep. After yesterday…a humdinger of a Monday, the extra hour might have improved my frame of mind. It really is the pits when you stick yourself in the eye with mascara, then dump a full cup of Dr Pepper all over the place at the ladies meeting. sigh…
I went to get my last cup of coffee, and lo and behold…………….
Will it never end? Will our lives be consistently plagued by them? Will I ever catch that evil fowl, and snatch those tail feathers off his hind end?
Then, I looked up, and TA DA! They evidently didn’t believe he was serious about them vacating the premises. EVIL! Just plain EVIL!
So, it was time to do the ‘infamous ol’ broad peacock dance’….which entails me hobbling behind them, doing my best to herd them towards home. Not the easiet thing to do, lemme tell ya! We went around the house. We went across the yard. We danced through the field, several times, when finally, I do believe the male, at least, got the message. There would be no eating of recently potted flowers for them! At least, not today….so far. He waddled himself back down the hill towards home.
The female, on the other hand, not the brightest of God’s creatures, thought it might be fun to play hide and seek around a tree. First, we went one way, then we went the other way..round and round. Stupid bird! Eventually, I suppose she decided she wasn’t going to win this game, and headed off after her mate. Wise decision!
Have I mentioned recently…..I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS? Well, if not….
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!