An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
The Birds and the Scarecrow
I have a hay bale on my back porch that I use to practice my spear toss. It's wrapped in plastic to help hold the hay in and keep it from going everywhere. Today, I noticed several birds sitting on top of it, shoving their beaks through the holes torn by my spear, and pulling out the hay. I think they're using it to make a nest somewhere, but I can't be sure. They may just be messing with me. Watching them rip the hay out of my bale was like watching the flying monkeys dismantle the scarecrow. There's pieces of him everywhere. I guess I'll have to try to put him back together again when they're through.
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