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I swear all birds in America confuse our house as an airport. About once every other month I will hear a loud thud on our back window because a bird has smacked right into it. It's not like my windows are sparkling clean like on the Windex commercials or else I might be ok with the fact that these ugly, nasty creatures have mistaken my house as a landing strip! The worst was when one decided to fly right into my bedroom window one summer morning at 5am when Casey was out of town. It wasn't the best way to be woken up since I had been on edge all night with 911 on speed dial convinced that the boogie man was coming to get me( I hate being home alone!)
So as we were cleaning the house today, Casey hollered at me to come see something. After he positioned me at the right angle he asked if I could see anything on the window. I looked and looked and looked and then... I SAW IT and then screamed. You guys have to understand that birds CREEP me out to no end. If a bird comes on tv, I have to close my eyes. I can't support Goldberg and Osbourn because they have an eagle as there logo. So let's just say when Casey said "well I really know how greasy those things are now", I dry heaved.
