My alarm clock needed help with rotten party hooligans this morning…

My alarm clock in TRV…

My alarm clock this morning needed help in stopping hooligans from invading our yard…

A flock of monkey birds, a.k.a. Sparrows, had decided that the front yard was a good place at daybreak to have a party. My little sweet innocent mommy sparrow and her courageous husband papa sparrow & mamma and papa Birdbrain had to defend their territory against a tribe of monkey’s. Hooligan Sparrow Monkey’s…

I went outside and watched for a second…

It was four against at least 50 monkey birds…

The lines where drawn. My four baby birds were in the small plum tree near the window and yelling at the tribe of hooligans. The hooligans had decided to break out the beers and whiskey and have a party. You know? Knife fights and guns shooting in the air and well, just general chaos all around… 😉

What is a good bear to do?

Well, you protect your family from hooligans. That is what you do…

My sweet little family members heard me clear my throat and sat quietly in the small plum tree and the hooligans ignored me. They were in full party mode. I walked up to the big plum tree that the party was going on at and clear my throat. Had to get ready, you see, to talk about proper etiquette in my yard…

The hooligan monkey birds ignored me and my little sweet innocent baby birds just watched. From their little plum tree…

So I proceeded to growl and yell, “What the Hell are you doing in our yard?”, as my head popped up into the middle of their hooligan party…

Needless to say, that got their attention and with a flurry of activity and squawks of terror that would do a horror movie justice. The hooligans exploded away from the home and went far away from this mean bear. Good move, because I was hungry and just might eat a few monkey’s for breakfast!

My little ones took advantage to show how tough they were and flew after the hooligans chirping how that they better not come back, as the hooligans left their party behind and then came back quickly with an air of a job well done. I told them that they were good birds and remember to call me if they need help again…

I then picked up the beer cans and empty whiskey bottles and other hooligan stuff and with that, the yard became peaceful and my happy little ones went back to eating bugs…

Gonna be a good day!

Don’t mess with Bear’s family!

WtR

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.