when i was little…my mother would sing to wake me up…hated it for one big reason…i am NOT a morning person…never mind the other fact that she sang off key…still does…
Summer morning, the stinking noisy starlings on the fence outside my bedroom window. The noise kept waking me up. I got tired of it one morning and grabbed my brothers 12 gauge. Aimed it at them through the open window, fired through the screen. Got about 8 of the danged things. Closed my window and went back to sleep. That day I repaired my screen and I didn’t have starling issue along that section of fence again. (we lived way out in the sticks. The only thing between that fence and infinity was a mountain.)
sergioandrade Premium Member 4 months ago
“Listen to the mockingbird”.
iggyman 4 months ago
Screech?
C 4 months ago
Where are the magpies when you really need them?
cmerb 4 months ago
Buckles and Arden in the last panel are just " precious " : ) . plus Buckles expression is also so cute : )
CaveCat87 4 months ago
Arden’s acting like Wheeler from “Dogs of C-Kennel”.
clynnb1224 Premium Member 4 months ago
when i was little…my mother would sing to wake me up…hated it for one big reason…i am NOT a morning person…never mind the other fact that she sang off key…still does…
TMMILLER Premium Member 4 months ago
Summer morning, the stinking noisy starlings on the fence outside my bedroom window. The noise kept waking me up. I got tired of it one morning and grabbed my brothers 12 gauge. Aimed it at them through the open window, fired through the screen. Got about 8 of the danged things. Closed my window and went back to sleep. That day I repaired my screen and I didn’t have starling issue along that section of fence again. (we lived way out in the sticks. The only thing between that fence and infinity was a mountain.)
franish2bzn 4 months ago
Magpies!
oakie817 4 months ago
ba dum tss
lindz.coop Premium Member 4 months ago
I woke up early one morning, the earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird perched upon my window sill.
He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles began to slip away.
He sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very trilling brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed,
then gently put the window down and crushed his stupid head.
So many versions of this… don’t know which to cite.