Apparently the little bird mother out back is NOT, repeat NOT, my friend.
I went out back a few hours ago to rinse out a pot at the outside faucet. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes but for the whole time she was screeching her little bird lungs out.
Not content with that, she dove at me. A nice straight line, swooped right at me. Didn't swerve off until she was about a foot away.
Yeah, I got it. You bird. Me human.
Listen, I know I've been flushing cockatiel eggs for the last three years (otherwise I'd be up to my ass in cockatiels, they're like rabbits), but I swear to GOD I have NOT been planning to flush those freaking little robins or swallows or whatever the hell they are.
(sigh) Just wanted to say.
Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!
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