A Real Whack Job October 24, 2012
Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Nature, People, Word Play.Tags: Bird, Golf club, Humor, Nature, People, Whack Job
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Every evening, at half an hour to sunset, a lone patrol strolls with great strides across the berm, whacking and smacking two golf clubs together every few feet to discourage birds from roosting in the trees overnight.
Twilight descends. The birds return. Nature prevails.
What a whack job!
Aah . . . that’s better!
I have to laugh. CH spends most of wine time if we are under the oaks chasing the squirrels off the small bird feeder we have close. We go in to eat dinner and the squirrels have a feast till sundown.
Bwahaha! CH must be a real “nut case”!
OMG, that reminds me of me!! They are persistent little buggers those squirrels. So I went out and bought another bird feeder. They can have the first one, the birds have the newer one. It seems to work!
Whenever we fed the birds . . . we ended up serving enough for the squirrels too. Hard to avoid it.
And I thought cats were the ‘I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do’ animals. It seems they don’t have a corner on that market. I can just picture the birds waiting out the noise so they could party in the trees
Do you recall the cartoon with the magpies, Heckle and Jeckle?
As our resident whack job wanders with his whacking sticks, I picture birds watching and laughing at the bird brain.
Crazy! I just cannot fathom the mentality of the folks who think they are in charge!
Same here, Jacqueline! I’m rooting for the birds roosting where they choose!
So funny – reminds me of something they tried here for a while to discourage thousands of flying foxes from roosting overnight in the Sydney Botanic Gardens – banging dustbin lids together. The bats are still bedding down there on the foreshore…
Good for the bats! I’m glad it’s golf clubs, not dustbin lids, that our whack job is whacking together.
Does this guy really think he is winning – duh?
I’m not sure what his motivation might be . . . maybe he wants us all to applaud his futile efforts.
This is just a hilarious scene to contemplate! It sounds like a scene that would play well in a movie!
Debra, it really would! His actions/antics remind me of the scene from The Parent Trap where Hayley Mills persuades her soon-to-be stepmother that there are mountain lions in the vicinity and that they can be kept away by tapping two sticks together.
“Dad” then bumps into his fiance wandering around the campground tapping sticks together every few feet. He inquires. She gets embarassed at having been duped. Etc.
Oh that’s too funny, Nancy! I remember that scene! I also thought of the scene in Steel Magnolias when the dad, can’t remember who played the role, was outside shooting up into the trees to make sure the “dirty” birds didn’t spoil his daughter’s perfectly pink wedding. People are funny!!
That’s another great scene! Man vs. Bird.
If we can put up with the vocal efforts of our local amorous toads, surely people can ignore a few tweety birds?
Having said which, ever seen what a car looks like after the battery conked in while it was parked under an ibis nest?
Eww . . . messy! I hope it wasn’t a convertible . . . with the top down!
Fortunately not. But cleaning the windscreen without a road digger was quite a task.
Bird poo is difficult to clean . . . it smears and smudges and spreads itself around.
Note to self: don’t park under that apple tree!