BIRDS...

I once found the birds who had made a nest above my airconditioner annoying. From time to time I hear them, but for the most part I forget that they are there. A new bird has come into my life and now I find myself going insane from every cry it makes. If you ever read Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven", I find myself relating to the narrator. Sometimes I wonder what the laws are here about getting a sling-shot. I figure that since there are so many birds for sale everywhere else, why not "kill two birds with one stone" and make twice the profit? No more bird and more sleep! I think it's safe to say that I never want to own a bird.