i looks out the window this morning and there's 3 birds doing the soul train all over my blueberry patch, i trows some pants on and stumble out there, grabbing a stake on the way. one of those piece of shit mini pterodactyls forces it's way out of the net at the seams, another is not so lucky as i bludgeon it w/ my stick through the net.
then a little one flew willy nilly bouncing from one side to another. it was a kid in a bounce castle having the time of his life, never realizing he's bound for disaster. i'm like 'my man, you gonna die but there is a wild blueberry patch less than a football field from here, as the crow fly'.
finally i entered the netting and it was 2 bird enter, one man leave.
i dumped the corpses in front of my house to deter dog owners from bringing their shitwolfs near my berries.
stoked i got 2, not stoked one lived to steal my berries another day.