My snakes keep the mice down. My cats keep the snake numbers under control. The birds are above it all. (Except Herman the Mad Cardinal. For going on four months, he’s been making a circuit of the car rear view mirrors, house windows, and a gazing ball, attacking all those “other male cardinals.” I’m pretty sure he’s been so busy at it that he hasn’t found a mate. He’s sitting on my passenger side mirror right now, mad a hell, thinking he’s the unluckiest guy in the world to be plagued by all those rivals. Ironically, there’s not another real male cardinal anywhere around. Cleaning bird spit off the mirrors is getting old. I’m restoring an old Airstream. I figure when I get it polished to a mirror finish, Herman will just have a heart attack.)
My snakes keep the mice down. My cats keep the snake numbers under control. The birds are above it all. (Except Herman the Mad Cardinal. For going on four months, he’s been making a circuit of the car rear view mirrors, house windows, and a gazing ball, attacking all those “other male cardinals.” I’m pretty sure he’s been so busy at it that he hasn’t found a mate. He’s sitting on my passenger side mirror right now, mad a hell, thinking he’s the unluckiest guy in the world to be plagued by all those rivals. Ironically, there’s not another real male cardinal anywhere around. Cleaning bird spit off the mirrors is getting old. I’m restoring an old Airstream. I figure when I get it polished to a mirror finish, Herman will just have a heart attack.)