So who is the bird brain???????

You may remember a few weeks ago
my blog post titled,
Bird-Brained Idea....
If not, let me refresh...
An inexperienced Mom & Pop Blue Jay
decides to build their nest in a tree,
about five feet off the ground,
about 4 feet from Spot's house.
Spot is a cat.
Way too low to the ground
and
way way to close
to the house of a cat
in my humble opinion.

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Fast forward
to this afternoon...

I'm sitting in my stitching chair,
enjoying a Sunday afternoon
of quiet stitching time,
when all of a sudden,
I hear a ruckus
outside the window.
I think every squirrel
and
bird
in Buena Vista County
was in our yard.
There were blue jays,
no... make that lots of blue jays,
blackbirds,
robins
and even saw Mr. Flicker
fly in with his two cents worth.

So I set down my stitching
and
run outside to see what's up...
figuring,
I'd find a bird
hanging
from a cats mouth...

Down in the violet foliage
I spy a cat
on the hunt
and
at the same time
being dive-bombed by birds.
I'm thinking the cat
is probably
getting what it deserves...

So,
I bent down to startle the cat away
when I felt this sharp blow
to the
top of my head.
I had just been beaked by a blue jay!
I felt a little foolish,
gathered my thoughts,
rubbed my head
and
muttered
out a couple of words...
"ouch, that wasn't very nice"
and
returned to my stitching
&
making lunch
A few minutes later,
I step out the back door
to put some brats on the grill for a late lunch...
And what do I find,
just a few feet from the grill????
This guy...
Now...
with a sore head still,
I'm afraid to step foot outside.
I could see Mom up in the apricot tree.
I was afraid to look up at her
in fear she'd go for my eyes...
then I remembered
I wear glasses...
I have eye protection.

So what did I do?
I grabbed my camera,
shot a couple pictures of the little one
through the screen door,
and then nonchalantly ask the dear husband
if he'd mind
putting the brats on the grill.
(He had no idea about the earlier bird-pecking incident. If we could keep that under wraps, that would be wonderful...it's a little embarrassing.)

My head still hurts,
and
as I rub it,
I'll remember
to
ask
myself...
so
who's
the bird brain???

Have a good week,
Brenda