Dear foul fowl friends-
Just a friendly letter to inquire as to why you find it absolutely necessary to perch on the power lines above my car only and see how many times you can play ‘hit the target’ (the target being my car) in a day. I wouldn’t be so upset, except that my husband parks in the same area as I do and you guys only seem to hit his car by accident.
Furthermore, what you leave on my car looks especially gross–like you ate the green hairy lunch meat from the back of the fridge and then decided to leave the bad end result all over my windshield. I wasn’t even aware that birds could produce that shade of yellow/green.
If you could see to ceasing and desisting on my car and instead use the neighbor’s car for your target practice (its red and such a better canvas for your ‘art’), I would really appreciate it and willing to make it worth your while. Peanut Butter Suet shaped bell anyone?
Thanks in advance,
Trena
PS: Aren’t you supposed to fly South for the winter or something? Here’s an update: 32 degrees means it isn’t summertime anymore.
Kristen says:
I’m with you on the whole flying south thing. Although, I think technically based on that whole Mason Dixon thing, we are south. Can’t they go souther?
October 26th, 2006 at 12:12 am