A bird haunting...not for faint of heart..

[enola]

Good luck with that! I have my fingers and toes crossed for you!

 

[duluthralphie]

Good luck with that! I have my fingers and toes crossed for you!

for that, you are invited to the party I am planning to have on my Yacht.

 

[enola]

Time ? Date ? Location?

 

[duluthralphie]

Time ? Date ? Location?

No Idea yet, I have to buy the yacht first. Then find a place to keep it.

I a going to do a search of Chickadee free Yacht clubs. I would hate to spend a few million on a yacht than have to scuttle it because a chickadee moved in.

 

[dpenning]

Will you have chickens on your yacht?

 

[enola]

We can bring some if he doesn't!

 

[duluthralphie]

Really!


What is a Yacht without chickens? Where would I get my fresh eggs if I did not have chickens on it?

 

[duluthralphie]

I am afraid me, owning a yacht would make the Beverly Hillbillies look down right citified.

 

[critterkeeper25]

My Mom had the same problem with a male cardinal about 15 years back. Not long after my Dad passed away, my Mom kept hearing something banging on her bedroom windows in the morning. She was frightened of course. One day she got brave enough to peek out the window to see what it was, and found a male cardinal on the Rhododendron outside he window. He then proceded to launch himself against the glass. Over, and over, and over..... She would go into the family room. He would bang on that window. She would use the bathroom, he would bang on that window. We thought that maybe he was seeing his reflection and was thinking that he was challenging another male, but we went outside all of the windows and didn't really see a clear reflection of ourselves and figured that just wasn't a plausable idea. This went on for months. She was so frustrated that she asked my husband to come up with a gun to shoot it. Which was impossible, of course, because of the proximity of the neighbors. So the avian harassment continued for several years. Day, after day. Until one day it just stopped. We use to tell her that maybe it was "Dad", just checking up on her. Which made her roll her eyes and laugh. Not long ago, she told us that another cardinal had taken up the harassment. It didn't go on for as long though, I think just a few months.

If you believe in that sort of thing..some believe that it is possible for those that have passed to send us signs that the ones that we have loved are always with us. Keeping an eye on us.

I fell into a bad depression when my Dad passed on. I cried every day for months, Finally one day I sat down on my bed and said "Dad, I miss you terribly and I am so sad that you are gone, but I can't be this sad anymore." (I had a new baby to care for)" I need to let go." Later that day I went outside to hang up some laundry. As I was walking along the house to the clothesline I happened to glance up at the roof of the house. Righ on the edge of the roof, right next to where I was standing at that time, was a snow white dove. I stood there and looked at it for a few seconds, and then it flew away. Now, you can say that it was a coincidence. That it was some white colored pidgeon that just happened to be on my roof on that day that I talked to my Dad, at that exact moment that I was walking outside. But to me, it was a sign from my Dad. That he heard what I said. That it was okay to let go. My depression ended that day.

So...I say...embrace the window banger. Maybe it is sent by someone that loves you. Send him some love. Maybe he will go away on his own.

 

[Tumbling K]

I am afraid me, owning a yacht would make the Beverly Hillbillies look down right citified.

only if your yacht had a cement pond.