Steve and I went out to dinner tonight, but we had to make a big ole U-Turn in the middle of the road when I spotted this tree. This is a block from our house. I remember, as a child, setting off Cherry bombs at dusk to scare starlings out of Gramma's tree. That seemed normal. I'm not sure I have the kahunas to try and scare a bunch of peacocks out of the tree. I KNOW I don't have the nerve to stand under this tree at dusk... I'm sure there will be bombing, but the gooey, gloppy kind, initiated by the birds at the target on my head.
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