Flirting With Disaster

What's wrong with a little flirting?

Friday, February 03, 2006

Bird interrupted....

I know its been forever...but lets put that behind us, and let me tell you about my Saturday afternoon.
So Saturday is my first day to sleep-in in months. After an amazingly lazy morning, I rolled myself down the stair onto the couch to watch the entire 5th season of Gilmore Girls. I'm laying on the couch enjoying the girls when I hear something. Something I haven't heard in ages...something I thought I may never hear again. Birds chirping...lots of birds, with lots of different chirps, all right outside my window. Then it hits me.
Its spring...I jump up...run outside where it is warm enough to no longer need shoes with roofs...that right sandal time is here because its spring. It hadn't yet occurred to me that it was still January.
I grab my phone to call a friend and make them listen to the birds in my backyard so that they can know its spring too...and I see something rather upsetting.

There right in my backyard on the first day of spring is a poor helpless bird flopping on the ground looking terribly pitiful, while another bigger bird jumps on top of the helpless bird. Then the big bird flies up into the air only to return to torment my new helpless friend.

Well, I know I can't allow bullying on the first day of spring in my own backyard so I begin to walk towards the birds to stop the insanity. When I get about 4 feet away they both look up at me in a look of horror and then fly off together in a circle pattern and I realize with horror what I have just done.

I interupted bird sex!!!
I am a bird sex cock blocker!

Not only that, but after I broke up the party...all of the other birds left my backyard. The word is out...if you are a bird and want to get it on...avoid my backyard. It makes me sad, because I miss the birds.

1 Comments:

At 11:53 AM, Blogger Pete said...

what about the entire animal kingdom retaliation later?

pete

 

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