A bird. A big bird. A big DEAD bird. On my back porch.
(I'm guessing it just crashed into the glass and died? Which is odd, because the windows in my sunroom are certainly NOT streak, smudge or grime-free, by any means. Stupid bird.)
There it lay. For days on end. While Hubby and I played that passive-aggressive couples game.
Hello? I certainly wasn't about to remove the thing. That obviously falls into his realm of home maintenance.
Except Hubby was being lazy/squeamish/annoying (you choose).
Poor Mr. Bird needed a proper resting place. So one day I got
I grabbed a shovel from the shed and scooped up the bird corpse and threw it into the woods.
And then left the shovel on the back deck. On purpose. Heh.
That was a few weeks ago.
And now look what I found out there this morning:
And more importantly: When is Bird Corpse #2 going to be removed from the back deck (by Hubby)? And how long will it take (him)?