A long and quiet weekend…
July 2nd, 2007Camped down at the creek with some friends this weekend, very glad they thought of it as it was a perfect weekend for hanging out outside, drinking beer and cooking food over a campfire. Except for the birds at 7am. I kid you not, it sounded like there were 150 birds within a 500 foot radius and they were all trying to be louder than the bird next to them…
Good times!
If you were all wondering who the guy in the blue shit is with his feet kicked up, it’s me. And yes, that chair is comfy. Furthermore, it was a very good weekend for my whole family. Thanks for allowing us gypsies to set up camp.
On a side note, I believe the birds were overwhelming to G because he may have had a little too much to drink.
I look forward to next time!
How can we be sure that was a pillow going up in smoke and not a bible?!
Garrett needs some bird exposure therapy. Maybe he needs a new pet for his birthday.
I believe I found out what the earlier bird deaths were a portent of, my uncle died just a few weeks ago, with the bird deaths leading up to it. Hokey or superstitious, in hindsight it seemed to make sense.
Of course, it could just be that everything is unsettled, change is in the air.
Fucking birds…