Little Robby Red Breast, so nice and sweet,
sitting on your nest, future babies under your feet.
Choosing to hatch, under our porch roof,
obviously a love match, but remaining aloof.
Daily I walk by your clutch, trying not to look,
avoiding a tiny touch, stepping around your gook,
loving the species, but despising the feces.
Please make your babies and all fly away
Before I get a fucking broom and pulverize you
and the rest of your shitting friends all the way
down the street and into the gutter where
you will all die surrounded by other garbage and
nature’s cast offs.
My oldest once found a baby hummingbird that had been blown out of the nest by a storm. I took the little booger and hand-fed it sugar water through a tube every fifteen minutes for two weeks until it was big enough to fly, then graduated it to hibiscus flowers, then released it off my balcony. Upside: hummingbirds don’t crap much.
Gretchen’s last blog post..The Stink Bug Patrol.
Gretchen’s last blog post..The Stink Bug Patrol.
Gay.
Hillary is coming to town tomorrow. If it doesn’t interfere with our tee time we will go cheer her on - would do the same for Obama -if it didn’t interfere with our tee time.
One of my friends’ husband saw both Hill and Barack in South Dakota. He confirmed for me my suspicion that Hillary’s hair never, ever moves. Even in a strong breeze.
Gretchen’s last blog post..The Stink Bug Patrol.
sheesh.
Gretchen’s last blog post..iWeathergeek.
Janna’s last blog post..What Fun!