So we are sitting at the pool and all of a sudden we hear this loud thump. We look up on the roof and there is a bird that just fell out of the sky. What the fuck?
There is a bunch of wildlife at Seatuck. Lot's of birds. Bunny rabbits. Egrets. Hurons. We even saw a Seal. No Heidi Klum's but I think she hangs out in East Hampton.
Anyway the bird landed right next to our balcony. That was fucked up. The maid was gonna have a problem climbing out there to clean it off. All of a sudden it rises up and tries to fly. But it has a broken wing or something because it plummets right to pavement in front of the fence. We get up to see what was wrong with it. Bad move.
You see it panicked and got up all of its strength to fly away. And runs smack into the sliding glass doors on the porch. Double loud thump.
It is not as funny as when you see it in a commercial. The bird was bent and hurt. Colleen came out and picked it up in a towel. Got it some water. Put it in a hedge where hopefully it was safe from predators. It was gone the next day. I hope it was OK.
Woody shouldn't get wasted like that. I mean I have been drunk and walked into a glass door. I hate when that happens.
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We have some pyracantha bushes. In the fall they are loaded with red berries and the birds, especially the robins go nuts eating the berries which make them actually drunk. They fly into the windows and fall off of the limbs of the trees. Pretty funny to see a bunch of staggering drunk bird.
But worst of all is that when they sober up they poop red bird shit all over the vehicles and deck. Yuck.
When I was driving out west two, not one, two birds flew into my windshield. Not deliberately. But they were swooping for insects and just happened to swoop the wrong way over the interstate and blam! Luckily, for me not for them, they were small birds, possibly swallows, and so the windshield wasn't even cracked but they were. Other than a temporary fright I felt no remorse. Yes, I'm that bad a person.
I'm sure it was fine, as in "fine dining".
Birds smack into our window all the time (multiple times a day). I always chuckle. Something about it just strikes me (no pun intended). A bird hit the side window of my son's car a couple of months back. What timing.
We feed the quail and other birds outside of my office window under the trees by throwing grain on the ground and into a few feeders. It is fun to watch them come in from all directions and scratch and feed. Often they will take dirt/dust baths in an area of the garden that is sandy and dry. Funny to watch them fluffing up and getting dirt into their feathers.
When they are eating, a hawk or cat will come by and scare them and they fly in all directions, including ...whammo...into the windows of the office.
We can tell that it has happened because there will be a ghostly outline of the body, spread wings and feathers left by the dirt and dust from their bodies, impressed onto the glass.
I always thought it'd be fun to ride around with an old grill in the back of the pickup truck, and screech to a halt when you pass some road kill, jump out pumping the air in triumph, pull a cooler out of the bed, and load up the critter, high five each other, jump back in the truck and take off. My kids thought the idea was funny, but would never go for it.
Just to amuse the tourists, you know.
Things are kinda slow here in Mayberry.
Many years ago I was a bookkeeper at a lumber yard. My jobs were to bill the customers, order lumber and price it by the board foot as well as ordering hardware when needed. The lumber yard was way out in the country , where they grew wild rice and hay. The sides of the road had ditches with a lot of grass and cattails.
One day on the way to work two peasants came flying out of the weeds and whammo, T-boned. I hit both of them with my truck's grill guard. Got out. One was dead the other I wrung its neck. Took them to work, cleaned them, got rid of the badly bruised parts, put them into the company fridge. No once cared or thought it unusual. We had pheasant for dinner.
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One day on the way to work two peasants came flying out of the weeds and whammo, T-boned. I hit both of them with my truck's grill guard. Got out. One was dead the other I wrung its neck.
If Marie Antoinette had owned a truck...
Waste not....want not.
This explains why I am canning and making jam with about 50 pounds of plums and nectarines. Also making frozen cobblers, fillings without the biscuits. I'm so sick of plums. But...waste not...want not.
You should spare the lives of a couple of the peasants on your estate and have them make the jam for you.
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Oh Doh!!!
LOL.....I just noticed why you were teasing me. Wow am I oblivious. Peasants.. their necks are incredibly difficult to wring. Pheasants....not so much
Yeah, I was worried that if you were able to wring their necks with ease then they must've been very young.
No, don't eat peasants, eat the rich! ;)
We had pheasant for dinner.
Trust DBQ to pull together a very pheasant t-boned dinner!
Ha! Cute, Allie.
Last year, I drove through a stream of migrating Monarch butterflies that were attempting to fly across the Ohio turnpike. They were everywhere, buffeting up and down in the wind, fluttering and tumbling over and under truck trailers and cars. Hundreds if not thousands of them. Awesome in the fullest sense of the word, (extremely impressive or daunting; inspiring great admiration, apprehension, or fear.) That night I found out from the online Migration report that they were headed for a roost in Bucyrus OH, 40 miles to the south. According to the current report, the 2012 migration is about to begin.
Cool Pics
They look like fruit.
They are cool. The first one looked like big pine cones.
Must've been shot with a high-speed camera--no signs of flutter for the shutter.
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