Birds

OMG! I have changed my mind about gun control. There are two of those wretched blackbirds sitting on the fence chirping in discordant unison. No matter how many times I run out there like a complete loony and chase them away, they come back to exactly same spot on the fence and start again. "Peep, peep, peep. Peep, peep, peep." I want a gun. I want to see their feather go POOF when the bullets hit them.

Then I moved Milo from the wicker chair where he was curled up asleep, where he likes to sleep on warm, sunny days. And the birds stopped peeping.