Birdies
So besides the good-for-nothin’, ingrate teenage chickens running around the yard and squawking like they’re dying if I so much as look at those turds cross-eyed (I’m working on that run, neighbors, I SWEAR) we also had a couple Swallows build a nest on our front porch. We’re a regular aviary.
As the Swallows built the nest, we were told to bust the thing down as it would become a 24/7 crap-factory… but our bleeding hearts got the better of us and we left it up. After months of sweeping and a “spotty” porch, the Swallow family hatched their babies and were off. Or so we thought.
Lady-Friend says:
Poor little birdies got the wrath of my mood today– that and I was sick of a poop-filled porch! Sorry little guys, didn’t realize birds were like bunnies…didn’t you just have babies?
Yeah, so apparently Swallows just keep repopulating ad infintum and were going for Mr. and Mrs. Swallow “Generation III”. Now we’re beating ourselves up as murderers and will probably go cry ourselves into two equal pints of liquor (and by liquor I probably mean milkshakes) over destroying the circle of life cutely playing out on our front porch.
Of course, Little Dude was sad but figured since they’re going to die anyway, why not throw the eggs so he’s grinning at the prospect. Little Sis, of course, decided to give them a send-off smooch– illustrated in black and white down there for somber and dramatic effect.
Nature…. Man! Why you gotta do us so wrong?
Cute cute pictures. Poor poor birdies.