Today should be the day I blog about my second daughter, Patty, if I were on schedule, but I am not! I need pictures and I am not prone to dig in that closet today! Well, actually, ever, but that is beside the point. So today, I will show you one of my Christmas gifts from said daughter and tell you what havoc it has caused in my home!
Do you see that picture? Do you know what it is? It is a bird house. It is a bird house clock. It has batteries. It actually works and Patty gave it to me for Christmas. As with all gifts I receive, I put the batteries in it, and started it up, as you should do with all gifts you receive that require batteries. That was my first mistake!
I set the hands to 2:47 and then went about my business. 13 minutes later I heard a tweeting sound. Had I been the only one that heard the sound, life could have been good, but 2 dogs snapped to attention and immediately set to barking. If they could have found the intruder it might have been a different story, but they could not. With the sound gone they were soon back at their favorite pastime, which is sleeping.
One hour passed and the tweeting began again. This time Icarus was in the house and was bent on finding the helpless bird. As luck would have it she was at her feed bowl which is located on a built in desk in my kitchen. It is there so the dogs do not eat her food. Her head popped up and in one quick leap she had the birdhouse clock in her clutches! In one quick leap I had her in my clutches! Of course the dogs were immediately on point and barking like mad. This scenario was repeated every hour on the hour until I took the batteries out of the clock.
So, now here is the dilemma that I face today. I know that there has to be a way to silence that clock. Unfortunately, as with most everything I own, the first thing I did was throw away the instructions. So now I can dig through the trash and try to find that little 4 inch square piece of paper. I do not like to dig through trash under the best of conditions. Oh, what I can do is put the batteries back in and put it up on top of my cupboards where there is a place for such stuff but I do not like to do that cause then I have to clean that because it will attract every drop of grease that floats in the air. Amanda, my little flash fryer of food, adds to that little problem daily!
So, in the meantime, the little clock sets there very quietly, awaiting my decision. It is a very pretty little clock and the cheeping did not bother me. Scared hell out of me the first couple times because Icarus has been known to bring in a bird or two and give them flying lessons. I blogged once about how she undressed that one a feather at a time.
OK. It is time to go let the ducks and geese out into the pond area. I have lost one duck so far this year. Old age is invading my flock. Time marches on and all that. I see we have another Arctic Front coming. Wish I had recovered from the last one, before the next one gets here.
