For the past four or five days, the same woodpecker* has been making regular visits to a couple of our family room windows and banging his** beak ferociously against the glass in ten minute intervals. This happens multiple times over the course of the day mainly between the hours of asscrackofdawn-o’clock and waythehelltoolate-thirty.
I for one sort of enjoy watching the little bird expend so much energy on what I imagine (and hope) to be such utterly fruitless labor. True, the racket made is rather repetitive and annoying (which is a redundant description since noise + repetitive = annoying) but I figure any distraction from my usual daily routine of caffeine ingestion and internet surfing childcare and housework is a good thing. Keeps the ole brain alive.
Rob enjoys the birdwatching not so much.
As in Iamgonnablowthatgahdamnbird’sheadoff not so much.
And hence a Bird Death Mission has been set in motion.
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