I tried to find a diplomatic solution. I came to this house in 06, never had a bird feeder. Enjoyed to summers of peace. Then they started getting in the bird feeder. I watched, saw they were jumping off the old washing machine on the patio, so I moved it over a couple feet. Then they were jumping off the hedges that haven’t been cut since I moved in. I rotated the feeder. I have always had live and let live attitude with the feeder, after all I was the one who put it out there. I even enjoy watching them.
To show you I am a reasonable man. Shortly after I moved in started seeing sign of intruders in the barn. I kept my cool, when I took my sled out to ride December of 06, and someone built a nest behind the air box. Cleaned it out, and went on my way peacefully. Then this winter they get more aggressive, and crossing into my borders. 1st one of them I would catch a glimpse at in the barn. I asked them to leave. Then I cursed obscenities at them. Then there were two in the barn. Getting bolder.
Been rapping on the kitchen window all morning, warning them, they just keep coming back. So I decided it was time to use force. From the family room window I spotted him, about 25’ up in a tree. One shot, one kill, he fell to the ground.
Then I took the war to them. From the patio, I spotted another running tree to tree. Waited for him to come out. We engaged in a fierce firefight, tree to tree. My Grandfather trusty 16 shot .22 Marlin barking out its orders. But he got away.
War is hell, I may take out the12 gauge Mosberg with the synthetic stock.
Being the humanitarian I am, I did slit its throat with my trust buck knife. I honestly would not want any animal to suffer. Plus I didn’t want to get rabies when cutting its tail
off.
hi lil red 458
To show you I am a reasonable man. Shortly after I moved in started seeing sign of intruders in the barn. I kept my cool, when I took my sled out to ride December of 06, and someone built a nest behind the air box. Cleaned it out, and went on my way peacefully. Then this winter they get more aggressive, and crossing into my borders. 1st one of them I would catch a glimpse at in the barn. I asked them to leave. Then I cursed obscenities at them. Then there were two in the barn. Getting bolder.
Been rapping on the kitchen window all morning, warning them, they just keep coming back. So I decided it was time to use force. From the family room window I spotted him, about 25’ up in a tree. One shot, one kill, he fell to the ground.
Then I took the war to them. From the patio, I spotted another running tree to tree. Waited for him to come out. We engaged in a fierce firefight, tree to tree. My Grandfather trusty 16 shot .22 Marlin barking out its orders. But he got away.
War is hell, I may take out the12 gauge Mosberg with the synthetic stock.
Being the humanitarian I am, I did slit its throat with my trust buck knife. I honestly would not want any animal to suffer. Plus I didn’t want to get rabies when cutting its tail
off.
hi lil red 458
Caddy shack all over again.
