Why Mildred?!! Why?!?!?!

So I get home yesterday expecting the chicklings to be DOA. To my suprise they were alive, at least one of them was moving, and Mildred was back. It seems her maternal instincts may have taken a little longer to kick in then expected. She seemed to be doing the right thing and nesting over them so as to keep them warm. So I decided I would help the lil feller's out and give some food at pecking distance to Mildred to feed them. I ripped up some whole wheat bread and cut up an apple and placed it in the "condo-bird cage" I concocted for them.

As usual, I checked on the pigeon family before hitting the sack. All seems well, as Mildred was back in her maternal position of perching over the nest. To my dismay, this morning upon checking on them, I noticed that Mildred dragged a piece bread over chickling numero uno and sat on it. Now, we all know when you take a piece of bread, a fresh piece at that, and press it onto something, it will just smoosh onto it. Low and behold, chickling numero uno seems to have died from the forced feeding of Mildred and her making an iron mask out of whole wheat bread. Let's have a moment of silence for chickling numero uno aka Homer...

Ok, so chickling numero dos, let's call it Banky. Banky seemed to be somewhat still alive, but Mildred invited her pigeon posse of poo dropping friends and they seemed to have been feasting all night and a good part of this morning on the apples and bread distributed and intended for the better of the pigeon chicklings... they were so full and glutton-like they didn't even leave the nest or attempt to use the outhouse we call the world because there is a whole new world of pigeon crap on my balcony now.

So I've decided if Banky doesn't pull through as a result of the greed of Mildred and her chicken-head pigeon friends, I'm going to give both Banky and Homer a proper burial and sweep the nest over the edge of the balcony, remove the nest and any form of food from the immediate area. Matter of fact, I'm going to train Z (my bulldog) to attack all pigeons henceforth. Going forward, no pigeons will be allowed to land on my balcony. In addition, I shall have to purchase an airgun of sorts to shoot down any pigeon that enters my airspace of the balcony for my version of homeland security... this is my home, you're not invited nor will be tolerated as a result of past crimes, hence heirgo thus, you're dead...

This will become the law of the land, so let it be written, so let it be read, so let it be done.

The Saga of Mildred and her starving chicklings...

So several weeks ago I noticed a pigeon had made a nest on my balcony and layed 2 eggs. After noticing this a couple days later I realized the nest had been disturbed and the eggs were not in it. So I put on a pair of latex gloves and rebuilt the nest and placed the eggs back in the nest. All was well, Mildred came back and perched her pigeon ass down on the eggs so as to keep the warm. Well, yesterday afternoon the eggs hatched, but Mildred was nowhere to be found. I assumed through her maternal instincts she was out and about gathering food for her newly born offspring. This was not the case, she did not return all evening nor this morning. So I placed some bread in the nest for them to snack on (again with gloves on). But this is most disturbing I must say, Mildred it seems has abandoned her children and is probably off in some park happily pecking away at the bread that oncoming strangers feed her. Now this poses a serious dilemna for me. I despise pigeons, they are useless animals that serve no real function in the food chain. Secondly, they spread germs and viral diseases, they are basically the vermin of the flying kind. So the dilemna is this, do I let the chicklings die, and chaulk it up to the animal kingdom's population control through darwinism? Or do I help the very animal that I hate and loathe based on the simple fact of their innocence and give them the opportunity to live a full and meaningless life?

*sigh*

So Bella got a new home yesterday, with a huge back-yard to run around in. She's got siblings there that like her. She'll have the opportunity to run around and play all day with them. Sorta like living in her own personal dog-run.

And although I am sorta glad to know that when I get home, there won't be the pungent odor of her mess waiting for me to clean. I still feel a sense of sadness at the fact that she didn't work out. She was so well behaved yesterday, the way exactly I wanted her to act when she was at home with us. All I can do is keep telling myself its for the best and she'll be happier there with her new family.

Status...

So, nothing new really going on. Just been researching home gym equipment. Me thinkith the office shall be converted into a home gym. So I think an elliptical machine and a bench w/ the lat bar and preacher pad/leg extension attachments will be sufficient. Gotta get back into shape.

Twas a slow week in the office. SSDD.

Looking at bikes again, possibly a cruiser this time. Most likely not, but definitely on the radar. I'd prefer it to be the 2nd bike, but as we all know life can throw a curveball and we shall just see what happens.

oh and "the headache", is still a pain in the arse.

Finger progress

So the finger is starting to heal, I can at least type again. Still can't hold a writing utensil to well, but I can at least hold chopsticks. So I had Supreme Court Jury duty yesterday. Damn it, why won't they let me get onto a jury panel so my name won't go back into the pool of suckers called every year. It be nice to not be called for jury duty/telephone jury duty for a year or two.

Bella is still a pain in the arse, how i wish i had some other pressing engagement that day I bought her... (for those new to reading my blog, she's a dog) - Joe would make it sound like she's some sort of mail-order bride... KEEP DREAMING DUDE - I'm not my friend Charlie.

Other news... It's come to my recent attention that I have signed a 2yr. contract with Verizon Wireless. Now this puts me in a crappy position. I mean their service is good, but their phone selection sucks as much as being diagnosed with a degenerative disease as a result of a knee injury. What to do, either get a nice new phone and pay out the butt in early cancellation fees or stick with it for another year and go on kicking myself in the ass for doing something as dumb as signing a 2 year binding contract.

On other fronts, job sucks still, this portion of my life seems to be an ever-continuing battle of trying to find a job that isn't filled with lies lies and more lies...so is life I suppose. I know the vast majority of the world probably hates their jobs and that I'm no different. My answer to that, I'm not living their lives. My version of hell on earth is as bad as theirs, but does that make me happier?... Nay I say, instead it makes me wonder why the world doesn't just revolt and topple the idea of civilized earth and go back darwinism... Simple idea, you want it, come get it... Then when you get your assed booted from here to next Tuesday, not only did you not get what you want, but you lost everything you had as well. Sounds good to me...

thoughts?...