I freaking love birds. love. love. love. When I brought home this bird feeder I peeled out into the back yard to fill it and hang it faster than a bloody bandshee.
then I sat. and waited.
and waited. I marked the feeder and checked it everyday. nothing.
stupid birds. so when Matt called me at work to tell me he saw two birds on feeder I was ecstatic. freaking ecstatic!!! Yay we have birds! So then I stalked the bird feeder from the kitchen with the camera. for hours.
nothing.
I'd be doing the dishes and the stupid birds would swoop right in eat and chill and as soon as I'l reach for my camera, which took permanent home on the counter beside the sink, they'd bolt.
stupid birds.
so I got keen on them and set up my tripod on the feeder and went about my house chores with my remote in my pocket.
gotcha, stupid bird.
they sure are messy though huh?
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