Life with two kids in the suburbs isn’t always what you would call “exciting”. Sometimes you just have to survive. This weekend, we had to deal with…THE BIRDS!

We forgot to close our garage on Saturday night after a long day out and about. I can only guess that since it was a bit cold out that a few birds looked for a little shelter. Sunday morning, I went out to take out some trash and get things ready for church. Well, at least 2 birds had decided to take up residence on top of our garage door. They wouldn’t respond to “shooing” or loud noises. We were, of course, running majorly late for church and didn’t want them in the garage the whole time while we were gone, pooping on everything. Now, what do you do? Were these birds peaceful or would they try to peck out an eyeball? I may have seen Hitchcock’s “The Birds” one too many times.

We went out the front door of the house and backed into the garage with the kids and moved the car out of the garage slowly. Opening and closing the garage a few times made them fly around but not exit the Williams garage. I got the biggest and longest stick I could and banged on the garage and made loud noises. I may have even started tweeting like a bird. That got one of the little buggers out from the garage but there was still ONE left. I lost sight lock and then spotted him (or her). The little jerk was on top of one of the wicker baskets by the front door. Church had already started so we needed to GO and I was out of options.

In true teamwork fashion, Becky jumped in. She ran into the garage and gave the bird what she calls “a little female talk”. She asked it kindly to leave our garage…and it did. Really? It MUST have been a girl bird.

The kids were laughing when we both got back in the car and Becky and I both had a little chuckle. Oh….what unexpected family fun on a Sunday morning.

P.S. I think I saw a few of the neighborhood birds on the power lines last night thinking about how to plot their revenge 🙂