I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!

I noticed that Mr Peacock was all by his lonesome. Where was the Mrs? No where in sight!

The way I’ve figured it…as long as they stay on the back deck, where they can no longer do damage, we won’t have a problem with them. They seem to like our deck, snuggled up in the shade. Once they go around to the front, where we are working hard to spruce the place up, and start their dance of destruction, we WILL have a problem, and eventually, will deal with their invasion!

But I STILL HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!

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!

Rocky was a big boy. Let’s face it, there was a reason I called him Rocky Moose.

If ever there was a more mellow, and patient, cat, I don’t where he/she is!  Rocky went to sleep this afternoon, and did not wake up.  He will be extremely missed by the entire family, and many friends.

Rest In Peace My Moose Friend

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

So…after the Mr chased ‘em off, what did they do?  Why, they had to come around to the front, where I had just spent a small fortune on new plants and flowers to put on the porch.  Previously, they had destroyed every single plant I stuck in a pot, along with the pots, or plopped in the ground.  Nearly $500 worth of damage!  And I’ve yet to see a dime from their owner!  I wouldn’t have bothered this year if I had thought they were back.  Well, not the originals, because….heh….they all went to peacock heaven!  Want some feathers? 

So, you’re asking…why not just take these out as well!?  Well, I’d like to give the guy a chance to keep his evil fowl …. on HIS property.  If not, then, I reckon we’re going to add to our collection of peacock feathers!  Hopefully, if we do have to send them off to wherever peacocks go when they’ve been blown away, the male will still have all those feathers attached.    Hey…he’s the one who told me to shoot ‘em if they kept coming around!  I took him at his word!

It is not amusing to see a short chubby ol’ woman, with a bad heart and a fake knee flying out the front door in her jammies, chasing those evil creatures away from my flowers!  Thank goodness the Mr didn’t have a camera in his hand!  We went all the way around the house….big evil, followed by little ol’ woman, followed by the girlfriend, who had the gall to squawk at me!  HUMPH!

I finally got them headed in the direction of home, and thought that was it.  I waddled m’self back into the house, sat down, look up, and who is looking back at me?  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!  So, we had to do the Peacock Dance….again!

I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!

As you may, or may not know, we live out in the country. The number of animals we have come up to our door, just wanting attention, or food, is mind boggling. Many of them do live around the neighborhood, but are left to wander freely, with no concern of whether or not they get run over by some fool driving too fast around the curve.

There have been some, though, that I know have just been dumped off. I see them sitting at the corner, like they are waiting. They see a car coming and stand up. When the car passes by, they’ll sit back down, and begin their wait again. It tears me apart to have to leave them there. If I could, I would bring every single one of them home. We don’t have a fenced in yard, and there is a two lane highway behind our house. I just can’t do it. The Mr won’t allow it, and it kills me to see these adorable creatures left to fend for themselves.

I would very much like to find who does this to a ‘family pet’, and do the same damn thing to them. Take them out in the middle of no where, and just leave them. Let them know how it feels to be abandoned by someone they believed loved and cared for them. Yes, I know these are animals, but they are living beings, a creation of God, and we treat them like disposable diapers. This type of cruelty ranks with the physical torture some seem to think is ‘fun’, but the scars are on the inside, instead of the outside.

If you can’t afford your pet, who actually is a family member, find a good home for him/her. Take the animal to a no kill shelter, find someway to make sure he/she will be ok. DO NOT DUMP THEM OFF ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD! Believe, if I EVER see someone do that to an animal, they better haul ass because I will make sure everyone in the county knows just who they are!

Well, since Nickie is the nosy one, she had to check out that thing in the swing.

In case you are wondering, that fuzzy thing that won’t hold still is Nickie, the ferret.  The male, Stephan, couldn’t care about that tiny thing.  Heh.

Obviously, said feline wasn’t all that happy at being held in such a position, but oh well. Heh.  The issue is…what in the world is that, and why would anyone tattoo a kitten’s stomach area?  Can anyone tell what that is, and has anyone ever heard of tattooing a kitten?  I’d guess that someone might do it as an identifying mark if the cat ever got lose, and lost, but since they’ve had the cat since she was itty bitty….just doesn’t make any sense. 

Well, this morning, he evidently was tossing it around in my bathroom. Yup….Mr Possum went in, and it was toes up for him.

They say cats don’t have facial expressions? I beg to differ!  The look on that cat’s face was priceless!  LOL

(And yes, the pictures are a bit fuzzy.  Kind of hard to get a clear shot when you are chuckling.  )

‘Challenger’ is his name (in honor of the lost space shuttle crew) & is cared for by the non-profit American Eagle Foundation (AEF).
He’s a ‘human-socialized’ bird accidentally raised by the people who rescued Him – after being blown from a wild Louisiana nest in a storm as a baby in the late 1980′s. Declared ‘non-releasable’ by federal and state wildlife Authorities, he was trained by the AEF to perform educational free-flight demonstrations at high profile public events.

He’s the first Bald Eagle in U.S. History that learned to free-fly into Stadiums, arenas and ballrooms during the singing of the Star Spangled Banner. The celebrity eagle has appeared at numerous major sporting events like the World Series, Pro-Bowl, All-Star game, BCS National Championship, Fiesta Bowl, Men’s Final Four, etc.

This eagle named Challenger has also flown before 4 U.S. Presidents!

Shared by the Mr.

Swiped from Lori on Facebook.

That bird sat there for a good 30 minutes, and the cats sat right there staring at it.  I seriously doubt they’d know what to do with it if they got a hold of it.  The bird finally flew off (after leaving a birdy gift, of course), and I’ll be darned if those cats didn’t try to follow it…..through the window!  Heh.  Silly critters.