I got up late this morning over at the in-law’s place. As part of my waking up process I grabbed a cup of coffee and my book and headed for the front porch swing. I was really starting to get into reading when I noticed that some birds kept flying into the hanging plants in front of me. They were chirping quite angrily. Squak squak squak! Apparently their babies live in the damn plants. These babies were also chirping wildly. I tried to put this noise out of my head. Chirp chirp chirp!
My pooch, Fandango, was also outside with me and he was wearing a hole in the wooden porch walking back and forth. Tap tap tap tap…tap tap tap tap…etc. A few minutes later a hornet decided it wanted in on the action and kept dive-bombing me. Bzzz bzzz bzzz! Yikes. I am trying to read here.
Eventually I was able to put these noises out of my mind. Then I lost it. The house across the street, the one who raises hound dogs came into the battle. What seemed like a billion and seven hound dogs, must have seen or heard something to get up their backside and when ballistic. Arff arff arff! Oh my God! That did it for me.
I went inside and watched “Irma La Douce” at that point. I mean who doesn’t love Jack Lemmon?
Noisy little rascals. I’m sure they knew good and well they were bothering you.
They always do.