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Angry Bird

I feel like I'm living the game Angry Birds.  There has been a Robin attacking my kitchen window since Tuesday.  The Big One shot at it with an air soft gun on Day 1.  He missed, scared Robin away for a little bit, but he came back shortly after.  I then suggested he let the cat out (same cat who is scared of hamsters in plastic balls, but the bird doesn't need to know that).  Mr Angry Bird just sat on the fence, glaring at the cat until he came back in, and went back at it.  Day 2 he started up at 6 am.  I tried hanging fake hawk shadows in the window.  He laughed at my efforts, and was still going strong when I went to bed at 9.  Day 3 he decided that one window wasn't enough, and went after the bathroom window as well.  I recorded him, standing right in the kitchen window, and he didn't care that I was standing right there.  Day 4 The Big One shot at him with his BB gun, and again missed (as I knew he would) and Bubba and I went to go buy a big scary plastic owl.  Today is Day 5.  After sizing up the owl, Mr Angry Bird again laughed at my efforts and went right back at it.  The cat facisnated by this bird, was sitting in the kitchen window, and bird kept going at it.  Someone has now suggested shiny mylar balloons.  I will buy four.  One for each of my back windows.  If that doesn't work, I'm giving my ex the house back and moving in with whomever has room for me, my two boys, two hamsters, my cat, and of course, my bike.

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Unknown said…
haha! I know its driving you insane, but this has been very entertaining or me LOL! If you decide to abandon the house, come here. I make no promises for the safety of the cat, most likely Willoughby will be terrified of it as well as the hamster! I'll allow the bike as long as you bring more salt potatos
I would come stay with you any day Jenn! And of course I would bring salt potatoes!

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