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How to kill 5 birds with one shake
(you know, as opposed to 2 birds with one stone...) My only attempt at being clever today.
Anyway- good times at the Brown backyard last night. My curious little boy all of a sudden walked over to a small tree in our back yard and started shaking it "to make some leaves fall down". But he got more than he bargained for when 3 baby robins plopped down instead. The 3 baby birds scurried a little and then immediately just froze...in terror, I assume.
Hub and I sat there for a minute on the deck and laughed, trying to figure out what to do next. The mama and papa robin's were sitting on the fence, doing the same thing, except they weren't laughing, they were squawking hysterically. Jacob stood in the yard, watching the birds in amazement.
Finally I say ok...I'm going to go get some gloves...we have to put them back. They were clearly too small to get up there on their own, and it would only be a matter of time before the neighbor's cat or my stupid dog wants a snack.
Speaking of my stupid dog...it was all going pretty well until he decided he was going to go investigate the birds and perhaps eat one, because as soon as his mouth got within range of one of the babies, the parents went completely apeshit and started dive bombing anything and everything they saw as a threat, not only the dog, but Jacob, me and Hub as well. We all ran up on the deck and started to map out our next course of action. By this time, before the mayhem began, we had managed to get one of the babies back up in the nest. 2 to go.
But the parents were flying around like rabid beasts, clearly not aware that they were about 1/1000th of our size. Any time we went near them they attacked. I figured we had to go on the attack as well, to get them far enough away, or at least distracted enough so that we could save the babies. So naturally I sent Jacob to fetch the broom, and this is where it gets good. I am sure the neighbors got a nice treat, watching a pregnant woman manically waving a broom around trying to fight off two really pissed off robins while her husband is running around the yard trying to capture two terrified babies. Anyway- teamwork prevailed, and we were able to get them back home safe and sound....although I suspect that they all immediately died of cardiac arrest as soon as the whole ordeal was over.
I am SO over baby birds this year. They seriously need to go find somewhere else to live.
accomplishedAnyway- good times at the Brown backyard last night. My curious little boy all of a sudden walked over to a small tree in our back yard and started shaking it "to make some leaves fall down". But he got more than he bargained for when 3 baby robins plopped down instead. The 3 baby birds scurried a little and then immediately just froze...in terror, I assume.
Hub and I sat there for a minute on the deck and laughed, trying to figure out what to do next. The mama and papa robin's were sitting on the fence, doing the same thing, except they weren't laughing, they were squawking hysterically. Jacob stood in the yard, watching the birds in amazement.
Finally I say ok...I'm going to go get some gloves...we have to put them back. They were clearly too small to get up there on their own, and it would only be a matter of time before the neighbor's cat or my stupid dog wants a snack.
Speaking of my stupid dog...it was all going pretty well until he decided he was going to go investigate the birds and perhaps eat one, because as soon as his mouth got within range of one of the babies, the parents went completely apeshit and started dive bombing anything and everything they saw as a threat, not only the dog, but Jacob, me and Hub as well. We all ran up on the deck and started to map out our next course of action. By this time, before the mayhem began, we had managed to get one of the babies back up in the nest. 2 to go.
But the parents were flying around like rabid beasts, clearly not aware that they were about 1/1000th of our size. Any time we went near them they attacked. I figured we had to go on the attack as well, to get them far enough away, or at least distracted enough so that we could save the babies. So naturally I sent Jacob to fetch the broom, and this is where it gets good. I am sure the neighbors got a nice treat, watching a pregnant woman manically waving a broom around trying to fight off two really pissed off robins while her husband is running around the yard trying to capture two terrified babies. Anyway- teamwork prevailed, and we were able to get them back home safe and sound....although I suspect that they all immediately died of cardiac arrest as soon as the whole ordeal was over.
I am SO over baby birds this year. They seriously need to go find somewhere else to live.