Nature red in tooth and claw...
So I was walking the Things yesterday afternoon, and we met an Extremely Irate Mockingbird. It screeched at us for a minute or so from the top of a fence while the Things obliviously sniffed and grazed. Since we hadn't yet gotten the hint and moved on, it attacked, dive-bombing each of the Things several times, and hovering in the air two feet from my face scolding me. I don't think Thing Two noticed: the bird always went for his backside, and never actually made contact, pulling up each time with inches to spare. Thing One noticed, in his stolid way, giving a look that said "gee, who peed in HIS cornflakes?". Eventually we went on with our walk, coming back on the other side of the street... and here came that bird again, swooping across the street and missing us by inches.
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Birds...don't talk to me about birds...
The other people in the house try to coax it out of its perpetual bad temper by cooing its name, or saying "Hello" (the word it knows best) or "LOVE YOU".
As part of my constant battle to keep my sanity, for the last two years I've been cooing, "Kentucky Fried Parrot!" or (sotto voce) "F&c# off and die..."
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