Girl's Gotta Gun
It sounds scary, I know. But don't worry, it's not a real one. Just a BB gun... We weren't ever allowed to have them (or even toy guns) growing up, but today I just HAD to borrow my granddad's. 

Over this past weekend, I noticed that a baby Grackle must have fallen out of its nest... and it was trapped in my yard (too young to fly I guess). Of course Sarah went nuts at first, but I tried to "help" it by closing the dog run door...so at least she couldn't get to it. Over the course of a couple of days, I felt like I was in The Birds (if you're not familiar, Grackles are MEAN and LOUD, therefore, ANNOYING and SCARY). About 10 other Grackles were trying to protect that baby bird and would come swooping down out of the sky at me (or Sarah) if we even went in the backyard. I tried to take the trash to the dumpster yesterday morning and feared for my life! This morning, Sarah wouldn't even go out in the back to go potty. She was scared too. That's when I decided that it was enough. I'm not going to let my life be determined by some nuisance-birds... Therefore, the BB gun. My granddad came over this afternoon and showed me how to shoot it. He also chased down the baby bird (and instead of stomping it to death as he suggested), threw it over the back fence into the alley. So at least it's not in MY yard anymore.
It was a surprise to learn that I'm actually not a bad shot (despite how physically uncoordinated I am, and seeing as how I've never shot anything but a water gun before). Tonight my trees are a little less riddled with attacking birds, and the sound of my pumping the gun sends them around the block (so that's good). Maybe I'll scare them off for good if I keep this up. I certainly don't want anymore nesting in THIS backyard!
Peace out. (that's the gangster in me, now that I've popped a few birds in the butt-just kidding)
