After the squirrel gave me a tongue lashing (see the post below), probably because there were babies in their nest and LL and Fergus were being too noisy, I got another scolding last evening down at the garden.
Not by a squirrel this time, but by a red-winged blackbird. I was minding my own business, putting tomato plants in the garden when this guy kept flying over with his mean bird chirp on. After I finished with the tomatoes, okra, yellow squash and zucchinni, and while I waited for Hubs to finish tilling a row for the hot peppers, I got out my camera. Here he is trying to decide whether or not I dug the 410 out of the gun rack or if the contraption pointed at him was harmless.
Guess he thought he could scare me away with this red shoulders. Little did he know that if I really had a 410 and was of the sort to shoot birds, his goose would have been cooked. Fortunately for him, I don't shoot birds with anything other than my camera.
Since the Mister wasn't having much luck scaring me away, Mrs decided to give it a try. She wasn't successful either, but Hubs had the garden ready for more plants, so I left them alone. Mister, however, kept flying over with his crabby on.