Greetings friends and doggies. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your astute doggie reporter
Chester L. W. Spaniel.
I'm live and on the spot in my back yard, where a veritable crisis is occurring in the tree tops.
Ghostwriter and I came out here to enjoy the beautiful weather and do a little gardening. But the din is almost unbearable! The reason for all this ruckus and turmoil? The baby grackles have left their nests! I have an exclusive look at one of the little gargoyles hiding in the weeds. Do you see him?
Let's zoom in for a better look. I don't know what his name is yet. Maybe you, my loyal readers will have a suggestion. Remember, they're very ostentatious, and have names to match their habits: screeching, squawking, swooping, and especially pooping!
I chased one of these annoying little brats earlier today. I almost caught it too, but it hopped through the fence. I had grackles dive bombing me left and right! So now, we just want to get a little relaxation in our own yard, and there are at least a dozen of the Great Grackle Flying PTA (Poop Tossers Association) up in the trees cursing and yelling at us!
|Hey, watch it bub!|
Old Effluvium Scatterstool and his wife Poopsie are up there, along with Chuck and Dimwitty Turdflapper, the Waddlesquirts, and the Crapflingers. What a noise they made! Churk churk churk churk taweeeeeeech!
Ghostwriter and I finally went inside the house. It was apparent we weren't going to get any peace and quiet out here this evening!
|Crappy birds! Pfffft!|
Well, at least they won't be dropping poo-bombs from their nests onto the cars anymore.
Oh, and they really are homely little buggers. We found a couple photos from a few years ago. I think this is little Buzz Loftyshart on his first day out of the nest in 2013.
And here's one I caught back in May of 2015. Ghostwriter took it from me before I could give it the old shaky-shaky, and then she let it go in the front yard. I think this birdie's name was Shiny Poopenheimer. He sure made a fuss, and didn't even say thank you!
Well, I guess we're stuck in the house again. Maybe there's a movie or something on TV.
(This is actually a pretty good movie.)