I could be the poster child
for “When animals attack.” That f-ing bird. He’s so aggressive. I was dividing perennials and he was standing 2 inches away from my head. I tried to be cool about it till he started flapping his wings and jumping on my bag of cow manure. I’ve never been a huge fan of birds, or anything flapping near my head for that matter. So I started crying and went inside. The only thing I live for is to be outside in the summer doing my thing and now I can’t even do that. J tried to scare him off but he has no threat of death. He was smashing a stick 1 inch in front of him and that bird brain didn’t even flinch. So I took a nap.
Got up, potted my window boxes with white geraniums and these cascading things that look like little petunias but aren’t . Magenta and yellow. Then was hanging laundry up and the fucking bird was clucking and flying and bothering me. Oh, and when I was potting my boxes, a bee stung me three times on a very tender part of my body. Cried again.
If anyone wants a stupid grouse, contact me. I hate that fucking bird. And the black flies are out. I contacted a wildlife rehabilitator to see if she wants him. If not, I’m putting him in a box and driving him up the road. J says that’s as good as killing him since he’s so fuckign stupid, but at least it won’t be on my conscience. I can’t kill or hurt the damn bird, and I’d rather peacefully coexist. He’s got 14 acres to run around on, just leave the acre around the house alone. But he has to be a shithead. I’m very upset right now.
Oh well.. life goes on. It’s just a stupid bird. I didn’t realize bee stings hurt so much. I haven’t been stung since I was about 10. Shitty weekend. I hate the outdoors.
