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Two Very Important Updates
1. The devil bird has moved on. Where, I don’t know, but I hope to the next plane of existence. He disappeared a few weeks ago and I was so utterly happy that I was initially afraid to believe it was true, and tried not to pay attention in case the damn bird was just on vacation or something. I am guessing our 900 decibel air conditioning unit may have had something to do with this. Whatever happened, at least he is not tormenting me anymore.
2. K is now a potty rockstar and so we are officially celebrating the end of the potty training phase. She is still wearing a pullup at night because she really isn’t able to stay dry through that long of a period yet, nor does she wake up enough to get up and use the bathroom. Once she drops her middle-of-the-night bottle, (SOON), it’ll all fall in to place. But otherwise, she has finally got the whole thing nailed and hasn’t had an accident in several weeks. HOORAY, WE SURVIVED!
(I wonder if there are t-shirts that say “we survived potty-training” ? If not, I’m sure there must be a big market!)
Change in Tactics
Well, the devil bird has upped the ante and changed tactics to drive me to insanity (admittedly, a rather short journey but I’d prefer to hang onto whatever facility I still naturally possess).
A couple weeks ago, we finally had to admit that summer is really, really here, and kick on the noisy, rattletrap device out back known as the AC unit. I truly hoped the noise would deter the devil bird at night or even stimulate him to MOVE, but I should have known better. At least, the closed windows and noisy AC drown out much of his nightly repertoire.
However, the obnoxious little twit has retaliated. I can’t believe it is coincidence that right around the time we turned the AC unit on, I suddenly am finding that our mom-mobile minivan has become a target for bird poo. That’s right, after living at this house for almost 18 months, I could count on one hand the times any bird droppings have landed on our car. And now, within two weeks, there are about 6 or 8 different bomb zones. Mind you, the tree is NOT even directly over the car.
HAS to be the devil bird. HAS TO.
Broken Bird: Update
Quite possibly ME soon. Notice the laughing, flying, green devil bird in the corner.
The STUPID broken bird is more annoying than ever. Our weekend visitors were first hand witnesses to this manic night time torture, and yet they seemed to enjoy the opportunity to harass me about it MORE than the obnoxiousness of the noise all night.
I have vivid, violent fantasies about strangling the broken bird. I have decided the only explanation is that it must be a Devil Bird. Yes, really.
Devil bird: A bird that occupies the shadowy borderland between myth and reality is the Sri Lankan devil-bird. (From Occultopedia.)
How it got from Sri Lanka to my southwest US front lawn, I’ll never know.
