Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Don't Make Me Come Down There......

We have a Bird Bath in our backyard, the Bird Bath that Mumsie most graciously passed on to us when she moved this summer.

(Pssssst. We gave her the bird bath. This was our plan all along.)

And the birds *do* bathe in it. They swoop in, they turn around, they dip in their cute little bird bums and shake them all about . . . that's right, friends. We actually host a Bird Bidet in our backyard.

But not always . . .

Sometimes we get interlopers.

Okay, fair enough. We have a pear tree, and we have a free source of water, so what should we expect?

But still. It's a Bird Bidet. Don't you think Squirrelly would have a little more modesty? Be a little less brazen? Every time Mistah sees Squirelly down there he yells, "Don't Make Me Come Down There!"

But does Squirrelly listen? No he does not. Squirrelly ignores Mistah every time and instead drinks from the Bird Bidet -- where the birdies clean their bums.

Which again incites Mistah's cry, "Don't Make Me Come Down There!"

Yeah, you'd better run.

3 comments:

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Ha, ha, ha. Silly Mr.Squireely, the interloping, bird-bidet drinking, pear-eating scoundrel who is driving Mistah crazy. I like him!!

xoxo,
Beth

Me, You, or Ellie said...

ew, squirrels are disgusting. I would never stick my butt in that basin after seeing it so blatantly exposed squirrel saliva.

yuck.

xo
Jacquie

LIsa S said...

OK, seriously LOL at the sound of Bill's voice saying "Don't make me come down there!"