Baby birds and black holes…

It’s baby bird season, and I’m on full time feeding duty

which is the equivalent of trying to fill in a supermassive black hole.

You’ve only just crammed their beaks full of worms, bugs and

bread when they’re screaming out for more. Where did it all go?

That was enough food to last me a week! If I try and stop for a

breather they scream blue murder and threaten to report me to

the SPCA. Beaks are no good for this, you can’t fit enough food in

them, where’s the gardener’s wheelbarrow?

Not all cats chase birds…

Birdhouse blues…

They’ve put up a birdhouse that their

grandson made in school. It’s build

quality leaves a little to be desired. I know

I sound rather ungrateful, but that could

be something to do with the six inch nail

sticking into my rear. If the grandson

had sanded off some of the forty-two

thousand splinters on the inside of the

box that would have helped as well!

Also, he didn’t make the entrance hole big

enough for the fuller-figured bird

like myself, so it was a bit of a squeeze getting

in. Plus, the roof leaks, the floor smells

and it’s back wall just fell off. I guess that

solves the problem of the small entrance.