More exactly, woman verses birds! Sheesh, of all the things I worried about when moving to Big Hill, birds were least on my list.
I wasn't concerned to see the road runner drinking from the hot tub, although he was certainly irked at seeing me. I let the mud nest building bird make a next under the eave of the well house.
I got a bit out of sorts once the sticks and mud- and poop- from the chimney sweeps who made babies in my chimney flue- started falling into the hearth.
But turkey vultures on the sky deck!!??? I won't stand for it! Tracy and I saw one on the ledge when we got home from church Sunday. We went up to find evidence of more. Yesterday I came home to find two on the deck, one on the chimney and one on one of the stone entry walls. Let me tell you, their poop is nasty!!! I chased them off like an old man, trying my best to sound ornery and frightening.
Why they all of a sudden to make themselves at home is beyond me, but I noticed they chose the two days I was out of town this week to make a landing.
I am trouble shooting ways to keep them away. Based on information retrieved from the Internet I seem to have a battle ahead of me. I put some tarp up and left the speaker on, blaring the TV out in hopes they will think humans are nearby. When I went home at lunch today the deck was empty. I now dread going over the first hill, waiting to see what awaits.
In other animal invader news, Tracy brought Pebbles and Bubba out this weekend- his two chihuahuas- to hang out with the cats. The first thing Pebbles was greeted by was a facial boxing from a (fortunately) declawed Girly. That set the tone for her attitude throughout the rest of the stay. Bubba and Sweet Pea tried their best to stay out of the way.
Waiting to get the kitchen sink remounted. Although so far the cinder blocks are doing a great job of holding it up, still waiting to get the second garage door opener mounted, the remaining lights installed, and a a long list of punch stuff.
Tracy and I watched seven or eight fireworks shows form the sky deck Saturday after returning from the grand opening of the Green Pickle, a Texas beer and wine garden, right at the end of Grace Street, and owned by my frind Tonya.
I wasn't concerned to see the road runner drinking from the hot tub, although he was certainly irked at seeing me. I let the mud nest building bird make a next under the eave of the well house.
I got a bit out of sorts once the sticks and mud- and poop- from the chimney sweeps who made babies in my chimney flue- started falling into the hearth.
But turkey vultures on the sky deck!!??? I won't stand for it! Tracy and I saw one on the ledge when we got home from church Sunday. We went up to find evidence of more. Yesterday I came home to find two on the deck, one on the chimney and one on one of the stone entry walls. Let me tell you, their poop is nasty!!! I chased them off like an old man, trying my best to sound ornery and frightening.
Why they all of a sudden to make themselves at home is beyond me, but I noticed they chose the two days I was out of town this week to make a landing.
I am trouble shooting ways to keep them away. Based on information retrieved from the Internet I seem to have a battle ahead of me. I put some tarp up and left the speaker on, blaring the TV out in hopes they will think humans are nearby. When I went home at lunch today the deck was empty. I now dread going over the first hill, waiting to see what awaits.
In other animal invader news, Tracy brought Pebbles and Bubba out this weekend- his two chihuahuas- to hang out with the cats. The first thing Pebbles was greeted by was a facial boxing from a (fortunately) declawed Girly. That set the tone for her attitude throughout the rest of the stay. Bubba and Sweet Pea tried their best to stay out of the way.
Waiting to get the kitchen sink remounted. Although so far the cinder blocks are doing a great job of holding it up, still waiting to get the second garage door opener mounted, the remaining lights installed, and a a long list of punch stuff.
Tracy and I watched seven or eight fireworks shows form the sky deck Saturday after returning from the grand opening of the Green Pickle, a Texas beer and wine garden, right at the end of Grace Street, and owned by my frind Tonya.
The July days are hot and long, but the sunrises and sunsets have been beautiful. The fleeting moments of peace are a welcome respite from the hooha. It all helps.
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