Sometimes You Beat The Bird, Sometimes The Bird Beats You

Notice the cute small bird on my planter?

Cute as a button and stubborn as a mule, lol!

This wee creature began a nest on the top of one of my
porch columns. Late in the season for nest creation.
Hers was well built, a lot of hard work. Mud, hay, moss. Impressive.
Still I had to dissuade her. An excellent location for her, not so much for me
or for the porch. Or screen door, or the windows, or the furniture or cushions.

I moved with decisive stealth and vigor!

I removed her nest before egging occurred.

I did so once.

Twice.

Three times.

FOUR times.
FIVE times

(while reminding her who was in charge here) lol

SIX TIMES OH MY GOSH LITTLE BIRD!

Then I remembered an old plastic owl that I'd had in the gardens, now in the barn. Out it came, to see if it could deter little bird, set up a sense of predator drama in her mind. I captured this picture of little bird confronted with big bad scary owl during their first beak to beak meeting...

(and yes there IS a PAINT can in the image, always a paint can!

I will perish with a paint can in-hand lol)

Little bird studies the turn of events.
She ponders.

She considers.

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What I did not catch was an image of the sight of little bird
not only sitting near to but snuggled up to owl
Oh little bird, you vex me, yet I admire your moxie!

Sometimes you beat the (little) bird

Sometimes the (little) bird beats you lol

 

(excerpt from the ever growing pages/chapters of

my humble attempt at a first book. The sum of which chronicles

the entire story: the why, how & adventure of how I came to the farm,

to life in farm country. Of what forced, what sent me seeking, finding, repairing

and hesitantly loving this once decrepit old farm. The journey that began at a time

when most are 'sizing down'. The tiny little massive huge sad wonderful scary brave

story of how I lost my mind and my heart and set off on my lunatic, ill-advised escape!)