(For example, for the letter A it was the 26th word on the list, for Z it was the 1st word on the list)
Had it only been a week? I wasn’t sure. It felt like months. The birds had taken over my backyard and the squawking was sending me up a wall. Remember when the irritating kid in class would run his fingernails down a chalkboard and send everyone screaming out of the room?
Well, that was how I felt except leaving the room wouldn’t help. Believe me, I’d tried that. And loud music and yelling at them. I’d hung bright balloons and streamers. I’d even gone to the local farm supply store and bought a huge plastic owl. I was truly at my wits end. My friends and neighbors stopped visiting and my dog refused to go in the back yard. and the bird poop!
Let me tell you about bird poop. A little bit is no problem, a splash of water and it’s gone. Add in a hundred or more birds and you have a major issue. I never realized how often and how much a bird poops! Nothing was sacred…or safe. The last time I’d gone out back it had gotten so thick I needed a paint scraper to make a dent. And the stench! Indescribable, that’s all I have to say about it.
I spent hours wishing I could get rid of the birds someway. ANY way! So you can imagine my surprise when I found a flyer in my mailbox advertising a business that guaranteed to rid me of the live birds in my yard. I dialed the number and made an appointment for the following week. Hallelujah! I was saved. One more week of chaos to survive.
I surveyed the aftermath. Hundreds upon hundreds of dead birds littered my backyard. Turns out the business only killed the birds. It was up to me to clean them up. Be careful what you wish for!
Thank you.