Sunday my peaceful puttering was shattered by Ella's frantic barking. Now those of you who follow know that the first thing running though my mind is LION. I come full bore armed with a stick to rescue my dog from the jaws of death. Only problem is... no lion...
a bird house...
Yes, I said a bird house.
Not a new birdhouse, mind you.
One that has been on our property for 10 years.
It has been in that spot the whole time. I guess she never noticed it until today.
Quite the vicious looking birdhouse huh? Kelly's dad made it for us when we first moved here. It is out of PVC pipe, a funnel, and topped with a golf ball. Maybe I'm not using my imagination, but I'm having a hard time seeing the threat.
I took it down so Ella could get a closer look. It took her five minutes before she even touched it. After that, she sheepishly acted like she was clearing it for possible chipmunks.