Bird Poo

This can only happen in a two cow town! A friend of mine who lives in a neighboring town mentioned the other day that the power went out in town. Nothing terribly exciting about that. Inconvenient yes, but exciting...not so much.

Well, today, as I was cruising through the newspaper I discovered the reason for the outage. It was listed in the police reports. The outage was caused from a "concentration of bird droppings that caused a line failure." You wouldn't hear about anything like this in New York City! Hilarious!

I saved a life today

...or at least I'd like to think I did.

I came out to my truck this morning to go to work and was surprised to see this visitor sitting on my windshield wiper.

He was just a little thing. Must've been pushed out of the nest and fluttered to a stop right there on my windshield. There was no splat mark. He didn't move, except for breathing, even when I snapped a few shots.

Megan brought out a step stool & towel so I could reach the little guy. Even when I plucked him off the truck, he was very calm. Like he expected me to help him. I carried him over to a bush and opened the towel. He looked at me very casually, then fluttered out of my hand into the bush. Hopefully to live a good long birdie life!

Calling All Crows

The other day, my dad & I were standing in his living room, looking out the front window when we hear this strange noise. Imagine, if you will, a very large crow. A sick-sounding large crow. Crowing at the top of his voice. Got that picture? Now, as we're standing, looking out his big picture window, we see his neighbor-lady walk across the street with a large plastic bag in her hand. What is she doing? Where is she going with that bag? Was she planning to do something with the poor, sick-sounding crow? Was she going to put him out of his misery, and ours? Again, we hear this poor, sick-sounding crow. But we can't see him. We see lots of crows flitting through the branches of the trees across the street, but no BIG crow. I mean, by the way this guy sounds, he's got to be BIG. Again, the crowing. And that's when we realized. It was the neighbor-lady. Crowing. To the crows. Calling the crows in. For dinner.

Only in a small town. No. Only in a two cow town. With crows.