Good going, Jables...
Last night, I went to Jables' new house with Dinner to help him deep clean before the big move on Sunday. Jables found a bird's nest on his front porch. He immediately decided it was time to remove it from the premises. Within two seconds, he dropped it on the floor of the porch, and all three bright blue robin's eggs broke. Dinner reassured me that the mother would forget about her babies within seconds. He said that she wouldn't give them a second thought. Jables said, "That's where the term birdbrain comes from." Oh.
Well, that mama didn't forget. While we sat on the porch, appreciating a few beers after a hard bout of manual labor, that robin kept landing on the porch in an attempt to get to the nest. The boys kept shooing her away. We left before she could peck our eyeballs out from rage and grief.
But, it might be one of the saddest things in the world. Poor robin red-breast.
Well, that mama didn't forget. While we sat on the porch, appreciating a few beers after a hard bout of manual labor, that robin kept landing on the porch in an attempt to get to the nest. The boys kept shooing her away. We left before she could peck our eyeballs out from rage and grief.
But, it might be one of the saddest things in the world. Poor robin red-breast.
posted by quank at 9:57 AM
2 Comments:
That is a sad story indeed. Maybe you could have pulled out some eggs from the fridge in an attempt for some trickery. Different species, different colored eggs...but you could pull out some Jedi mind shenanigans to see if they work...
That bird had clearly had it coming.
I garuntee that bird is out right now getting knocked up again...
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