Sunday, April 5, 2009

Bird Houses


A couple days ago, my husband helped me take down bird houses, and get them ready for the new prospective families. I noticed red wasps around the door of one on a tree. I got some spray cleaner and sprayed them to chase them away so I could make sure they were not building in the house, then I tapped the house with a golf club to see if any more were laying in ambush for me. A flying squirrel flew out of it and ran up the tree a couple of feet and looked questioningly at me. I felt so bad for her. I decided if she could room with wasps, who was I to interfere? I went away and she returned to her little home.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're such a softie... I love you.

Cherikeegirl said...

yea, dad said that squirl came out blinkin wildly cause you got him in the eyes with that spray...hahaha

Aunt Toni said...

Actually, she came out wildly, because I was tapping on her house with the golf club. I'm sure the spray didn't do her any good.