Gone to the Birds!

In the daily battle of Husband vs. the birds, the birds are winning. Case in point.  This morning, husband walks in sweaty from the gym muttering…

Husband: Oh, those birds don’t know who they’re dealing with

Wife: Maybe they do and that’s part of their fun

Husband: Well, they haven’t seen it all yet

Husband exits to the garage where there is much sounds of hammering, sawing, and wood clanking.  Not sure yet if the birds (or I for that matter) should be worried…

Then, I exit to see this monstrosity…

Mind you, this is for a blueberry bush that is about three feet tall.  When I questioned the husband about the necessity of it to be large enough to encompass an entire tree, the husband’s response was, “It’s for years to come.”  Great…just the answer I was hoping for. 

And that’s just the battle with the birds in the back of the house.  There is a whole other war going on with birds in the front of the house.  For my own sanity, I won’t document that at this point. As Lyla says, “Mom, Daddy is a little coo-coo with the birds.” So, if my next post is a picture of Mark in a straight jacket getting hauled off to the loony bin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya!