BIRDS BEWARE

I looked outside the other night to find my wonderful husband on the porch working diligently on his lap top, enjoying the beautiful weather. Ten minutes later I took a double take. This is what I saw. You know that Alfred Hitchcock movie "Birds"? My husband is living that. First some birds made a nest in our chimney. Then they started pooping everywhere, I mean everywhere! In the pool, on the waterfall, on the patio, on the fence. It was disgusting, we were being overrun. Lance decided the solution was a bb gun, it became a sort of obsession for a while. I didn't care really, until I opened my bathroom blind one morning and found a hole in the glass. Not happy. But you know, I haven't seen any birds lately....