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Showing posts with label bird do. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bird do. Show all posts

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Theme Thursday: Heat

After moving to Memphis, several flocks of birds settled on the lawns around me. Why are all these birds here? I thought. Birds are supposed to fly south for the winter. Then it dawned on me, this is the south, and we're stuck with birds pooping on cars all year long. So much for mild winters. They wouldn't be bad except I love snow, and we don't see much.

Summer is another issue. Come July in Memphis, it's hot! Not upper seventies or eighties but hot. Luckily we've only hit the triple digits a few weeks this summer, so it's been a cool year; however, come August, we'll probably be there. Last school year, the kids suffered through indoor recess throughout August because it was too hot to play outside.

None-the-less, I still go for runs but leave the fur faces behind. One can get used to heat, which will be good for me in the after life. ;)

Saturday, April 28, 2012

#AtoZ : Young Life

A sparrow built her nest in our garage and flew back and forth, even though our door remained closed throughout the day. We figured it was just a vacation home and didn't mind her mild, rent-free intrusion. However, we soon found five or so babies flying around dropping white poo balls on our cars, floor, and throughout our garage. I decided it was time for them to go, so I made loud noises, waved signs at them and shooed them away before closing the garage. This wouldn't have been so bad had a huge bird of prey not snatched a baby in its clutches. *Gulp*

No helmet–No ride

My husband and I decided to let the little poopers stay until they were big enough to protect themselves. Too late. We haven't seen feathers or poop for days. :(

Have you heard of Where's Waldo. Look below for a game of Where's the Birdie? It's in the photo.