Hello friends. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your dependable doggie reporter
Chester L. W. Spaniel.
As you can see all our wonderful snow is gone. It melted overnight, and now there's mud everywhere. The Sparrows Inc. Country Club in the Sticks has lost its snow cover as well. But that hasn't stopped the little sparrows from hanging out there. Ghostwriter said she counted almost two dozen of them at one point this afternoon. Here's a picture of some of the gang:
Ghostwriter expressed concern about the birdie poops all over the wooden glider. Dad says he's going to have to invest in a power washer next Spring if this keeps up.
So I wandered over there to have a little talk with the Sparrows Incorporated CEO Mr. Mortimer Seedcruncher again. He's a good guy and lives up to his promises in our contract. We've had a good working relationship over the years. I keep the Evil Squirrel Cartel out of the birdie feeders. In return, he provides me with a free pass to all Sparrows Inc. concerts, conventions, chirping contests, and kick-boxing competitions. (Seriously, have you ever seen sparrows fight? It's no holds barred!)
But he still wasn't there! The birdies who were there said he was on vacation in Jamaica, or South America, or something. One of them said he was in Detroit working on another housing complex deal. But the others disagreed, and then they all flew over to the arbor vitae bush started fighting.
Why do I get the feeling that something's amiss at Sparrows Inc? Well, far be it for me to try to figure out their birdie drama. I told them they'd better clean up their act or else Dad will put their real estate venture (that pile of sticks) through the noisy screaming dragon scary wood chipper machine monster thing and turn it all into mulch.
Meanwhile, Fatty White-ears the squirrel was waiting not far from the birdie feeder, rubbing his greasy little paws together in anticipation of having all the birdie seeds to himself! I'll deal with him anon.
Hopefully boss birdie will be back soon and straighten everything out. I wouldn't put it past his relatives to let the property get all run down. However, I think they just don't have the business sense that Mr. Seedcruncher has. So, I'll continue to hold up my end of the deal and chase the Evil Squirrel Cartel away. The sparrows aren't my only birdie feeder customers, either. There's still the Blue Jay brothers, my little Chickadees, Gordy Whitebeak and his team of Juncos from Canada, a few Goldfinches in their drab winter attire, the occasional Downy Woodpecker, and the illustrious Cardinal family. Oh, and I can't forget Debbie Dove! She's a real sweetheart, and a birdie feeder regular!
|Well, I certainly appreciate the services here!|
Somebody's got to maintain law and order!
(But mostly, I just like to chase those squirrels. Heheheh.)