I’m sitting here, Australian Idol on the telly and House just about to start, staring at the laptop absolutely devoid of inspiration for this post.
[taps fingers on the arm rest]
Actually, oh yeah…
I have a question…
Have you seen Flicks knickers?
She went down to the washing line to get her gear inside the other morning and a flock of Currawongs were hanging about on the Hill’s Hoists (there are 3) apparently doing the group dating thing.
As these creatures were sitting on the washing line and she had to grab her stuff she figured that they’d move when she got close enough.
Some did but there was one cheeky bugger who clearly took exception to her interrupting his flow..
He leaned over and took a pair of her knickers right off the line and flew away.
Giving chase she went to retrieve them… I mean, hot pink knickers don’t grow on trees…
And the cheeky little bastard… dropped them over the fence, the high fence… out of reach…
Into the neighbours back yard.
Apparently, as the offending articles had a new hole in them Flick left them there rather than have to fess up to ownership.
I’d have done the same…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in YEARS! (Seriously!)
When I worked for one of the hated nanny families, I always quietly cheered on the cheeky ravens who tossed over the trash cans outside so that they could have a messy buffet.
Miss Lisa says
it’s all in the bird persychology … MY currawong just comes and sits on the fence and glares at me when I open the curtains in the morning until he gets his piece of lovely grainy bread … no thank yous involved, not even a nice song or two, he just grabs and leaves … but at least he leaves my undies alone!