February 2nd 2011 7:57 am
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There's a hobo living in our garage!!! Some silly little bird has decided to move in and its driving me bonkers.
Our garage is attached to the house and in order to get into the back yard you must first go thru the garage. So when the humans let the doggies out, they go out the back door, into the garage and then out the back door of the garage. Mom keeps the back door of the garage open while they are out doing their business so that she can hear them at the back door when they are ready to come in. Apparently Mr. Hobo Bird was casing our house and learned the doggy's routine. Mom suspected something was in the garage because she found insulation on the floor that the bird must have pecked out of the ceiling.
Then one day in the morning she got up & let the dogs out and she heard a fluttering noise. Out flew a little Carolina Wren. I have been sitting at the back door every morning & trying to tell her there's an INTRUDER out there!! Let me get rid of that little hobo! But no, she makes me stay inside as usual. Doesn't she know that technically the garage IS inside??? Jeez! And now, she put a little container of birdie food out there for it.
The little intruder flies out in the am & then must fly in when mom opens the door for the doggies to go out after they eat dinner. This is ridiculous. I WANT THAT BIRD!!! Mol!
GET THE BIRDIE!!! hehehehe!
Your garage sounds just like ours. Oh how I wish a little birdie would fly inside from the backyard ~ that would be a cool new toy to play with!
That birdie sounds like a good snack! Nommmy!
Oh we hope you got your birdie....Yummy!!!
When your pawparents are looking sneak into the garage and get that hobo bird.
Do what Simba says but sneak up into the rafters so you can pounce on that little Carolina Wren. you never know, if you don't catch it, it might land up on a postage stamp someday!(in joke).
Lovely story, Jules!
Thanks everycat, but I still haven't been able to sneak past the guard (aka Mom) & get into the garage. She watches me like a hawk. And that hobo birdo is still out there! I hear it in the morning & I'd really like some fresh bird for breakfast! MOL!!