That'll Teach 'Em....
I've got a bird in my attic.
Damn thing flew in there
Couldn't find his way out.
He died.
I left him there
As a warning
To any other birds
Wanting in........
I've got flies in my attic......
And a rotting bird carcass.
Damn thing flew in there
Couldn't find his way out.
He died.
I left him there
As a warning
To any other birds
Wanting in........
I've got flies in my attic......
And a rotting bird carcass.
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Saturday, June 07, 2008 10:59 PM and is filed under poor judgement,sheer laziness 
We've got ants. Can you come kill them too? Maybe they could come eat your bird. Just a thought.
Oh, I don't do ants. Bad flashbacks from a carpenter ant infestation. No ants!
That's the kind of poetry I can get behind.
I wasn't sure if that first line was true or a euphemism for you going crazy.
Glad it was true for your sake.
Tell me how it smells up there in August.
Similarly, I've a Jehovah's witness nail gunned to a tree in my garden as a warning to others.
Man, those guys are everywhere! They'll send back-up you know.
Guess you showed him.
Glad to hear someone else leaves the carcasses around as a warning. I've been doing this with potato bugs recently...unfortunately I don't think they're getting the message.
I'm not so sure the birds are learning anything either. I should probably just fix the hole in the soffit.
I just wrote a blues backbeat to go with your lyrics. Let me know when you want to record it. I'll play the harp.
Oh, man. I am there! What key?
Have you ever considered a career in writing horror flicks?
Bird carcasses and flies...the stuff nightmares are made of!
Not so sure about nightmares--more like "Dirty Jobs."
Oooh, and I bet it just smells lovely!
Ughhh. Poor bird. Hope the kids don't find it...
Oh, and I definitely want to hear you and Jeff sing it. I'll be a groupie.
And the kids know he's there. They were sad.
We made need a tambourine player.
That's better than bats in your belfry. I think.
Oh YUCK!!
We came home from a stay in the middle of summer one time, only to walk into a wall of stench.
Sometime shortly before we left, the cat caught a bird and deposited it under our bed. 3 days later after 40C heat...
Needless to say, we were picking maggots out of the shagpile carpet. Thank god it was a rental house.