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WARNING: Do NOT Look In His Eyes...
... or, this Bad-Ass-Owl will OWN YOU!
Our cars are covered with bird poop. Why? Because they have never seen the inside of our two-car-garage-- which, instead shelters: kayaks, junk, surfboards, junk, motor scooter, junk, tools and electronic gadgetry that The Hubster has never used but insists is essential, junk, skis, junk, snowboards, junk... (you get the picture).
Consequently, our cars sit under the most gorgeous, giant magnolia tree you have ever seen. So gorgeous, in fact, that every bird in the county wants to live in it. And, eat berries. And, POOP ALL OVER OUR CARS.
Not our car... but, not UNLIKE our car.
I got tired of washing the cars 3X / week. (I know this is normal for some car enthusiast's... but, I haven't been enthused about a car since I owned a 67 Mustang Convertible in college).
So, I decided to find a BAD ASS OWL to scare the birdshit out of the birds.
IT WORKS! He does the job. The Hubster refuses to admit that this Mean-Mo-Fo does the job. (I've noticed that my own resident neanderthal man does not easily accept it when I independently solve what would typically be categorized as a 'man type problem'. Whatever.) Hubster came in the door yesterday, from working in the rock mine, proclaiming: "The birds out there have been working all day making a little Caesar-Head-Wreath for your Bad Ass Owl. They think he's their new leader".
But, this morning, there was no poop on the cars.
It's the little things that make life worth living.
Speaking of which...
This morning's listening pleasure:
Hey where can I find me one.
Posted by: Marvin | January 26, 2007 at 08:22 PM