Not Cool Bitches

"An official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time"
~Flick

There is some NOT COOL shit going down in the yard right now, and i am just about DONE with it all. This morning, coming back from walking the dogs, i noticed a cute little nest (the one that WAS in the little maple tree near the barn, you know the one, J?) laying ON THE GROUND, knocked out of the tree. I thought, hmmmm, GRACKELS! I have been cool with the Grackels, they need to eat the food out of my bird feeders, they need to feed their babies, blah blah blah. But now? Now i am just about DONE with the Grackels. Today, while out mowing the lawn (on my BFF lawnmower/tractor, not that fickle bitch i wrote about a while back) i noticed a DEAD baby bird, that had been THROWN out of it's nest in the barn rafters, most likely by the FREAKING Grackel. You know? Enough already. This shit is not going to fly with me. The husband was already VERY done with the Grackels by April, but i talked him out of "taking care" of them. My Father-in-Law visited, and he had a cure, the same one he uses back home on the Front Range. I was all, "no...i LIKE the grackels...they are pretty...their feathers are iridescent". Well, no more. I am in deep research for my very own Red Ryder BB gun. I know that The Husband is reading this right now, and is postively BEAMING with unrestrained GLEE. Thats right babe, i am TAKING charge. No more carnage in my backyard. Besides that, the LAST thing i want to clean up in the middle of the night is some dead baby bird that Fred gacks up.