Tough Neighborhood

Canadian Geese versus Seagulls: Monday Night Smack-down!

This was the view over the back rail earlier this week. The gulls won because they’re dirty street fighters; they carry knives, jagged glass and other contraband hidden in those snowy white feathers. They’re handsome but sociopathic. They’ll cut any goose that comes between them and their stale bread. They go for the eyes, the throat, the women and children. No hesitation, no remorse.

Now, here’s a view of the front porch. I couldn’t figure out how this concentrated spot of bird pooh came to be here on the ground under the awning….

Mystery solved. Can you see the nest with the sweet baby birds tucked in the canvas above our door? We think their parents set-up house while we were visiting Savannah. And I don’t think they’re happy we’ve returned. Why do I say that?

When we come and go the mom and dad fly across the dock and scream threats and obscenities at us for getting too close.

I think they’re off their medication.

It’s true; we have our share of anti-social neighbors. I’ve learned to deal with it. How? Note to self: avoid walking beneath right side of awning from this point forward.  

Trivial pursuit: Can anyone identify the large, shiny, silver thingamajig next to the bird pooh Bill has left on the front porch? Maybe not, but I bet you wish you had one.

Some folks decorate their entry with a seasonal wreath. Light-weights.