Timothy Birdnow

I'm the kind of guy who can flip a coin ten times, and have it come up the opposite of what I call it eight or nine times. I've never been a lucky person in that regard. I don't gamble as a result;

I once had four kings and LOST a hand of poker (a very big hand)! I won fifty dollars in the state lottery when I was in my early twenties - I was excited and didn't watch my speed and got a $75 ticket PULLING OFF THE LOT. I am a great believer in Murphy's Law, as it almost always goes wrong at the worst possible time.

It generally makes me cautious; I rarely count on my good fortune to carry me.

Yesterday was a prime example; I went out to get something for the wife and me to eat and when I came home I heard the song of birds.

Now, I live in a house built in 1927 and it is a story and a half with a room over a big covered porch (absolutely necessary in the old days as nobody had air conditioning and so you lived on the porch on hot days.) The room above it is supported by two large pillars, which are square and stick out from the main support beam. Birds like that spot; it's covered, dry, and there is plenty of room for their nests.

I, on the other hand, don't like that spot; it means bird poop all over my porch, on my table and chairs, etc. There is also the danger of bird mites, which are even harder to eradicate than bedbugs and the birds often leave them when they vacate the premises and so the mites seek new, succulent fare. You don't want to get bird mites; if you have a nest anywhere around your house in behooves you to get rid of it asap.

So I came home this particular evening and saw a nest in my problem spot.

I notice not one but TWO birds in the nest, small birds sporting a very royal blue plumage. I had bluebirds! A pair of nesting bluebirds! Bluebirds of happiness! Harrah!

I moved in a little closer to see them and see if they had any eggs in the nest.

They didn't like that, and both took wing, flying over my head in a strafing maneuver. And then they both dropped their blockbusters on me!

Yes, I was crapped on by the Bluebirds of Happiness.

They got my head and neck and so I took vengeance by removing their nest and throwing it away.

Man, some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

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