Birds and I have never seen eye to eye. Mainly because I am seriously afraid that they will peck my eyes out. I don’t get people who keep them as pets–I prefer my companion animals a little less delicate and a lot more cuddly. Plus, you can totally trick birds into thinking it’s nighttime by putting a blanket over their cage. Ernie’s not the smartest cookie in box, but even he’s not so easily fooled. My aunts have a bird they’ve trained to poop on command, which I admit is kind of a cool trick, but I have two dogs that have trained themselves to poop in the farthest corner of the yard so I don’t have to constantly be on the lookout for doggie landmines. I think that makes dogs the winner.
I’ve taken to hiding from the
mocking devil birds that live in the hedge next to my house. They’ve claimed the front porch by pooping all over the railing, and I refuse to sit out there to be dive-bombed by those relentless sons of bitches. Also I refuse to poop all over the railing. Hemo hasn’t given in to their tyrannical ways. She continues to bask in the sunshine and keep an eye on the comings and goings of the neighbors. I tried to get an action shot of the dive-bombing, but I flinched everytime and only got blurry pictures.