For those not in the know, Homer is part of the Heritage School District, home of the Heritage Hawks.Over the years, we've been fortunate never to have small birds, small crawling mammals, small flying mammals, or any other animal of notable size in our chimney and / or attic. My in-laws on the other hand have experienced all of the above at least once.
After returning home from a Christmas visit to the St. Louis area, I heard a strange noise in our breezeway (enclosure that connects our house and garage). The breezeway is part of the house with doors, windows, and walls. As I opened the door, I saw enough fluttering about to make me duck, even though the storm door was still closed.
Upon further inspection, I discovered a small hawk sitting on top of our freezer! The following is a textual dramatization: The hawk entered the garage by going under the big garage door, left propped open for the dog (cawwww, cawwwww). After eating a couple of our small garage rodents for lunch, the hawk decided to probe deeper into the human space. The hawk hopped/flew through the bottom pane of the aluminum storm door between the garage and breezeway (missing a screen due to chronic kids) (cawwwww, cawwww, cawwwwww). After pecking his way into a root beer, the hawk became discouraged because he could not find any more rodents, and the freezer was stuck shut. What to do??? Poop....a lot!
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Fortunately, all I had to do was open the outside door and step back (and down) and he took his leave.
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Presumably the root beer gave it the diarrhea.
ReplyDeletequoth the raven "have some more"
ReplyDeleteActually that looks like delicious caffine free root beer. This is your chance to take up falconry, that will be great for the boys.
For all the ladies reading this post- the jjill bag was empty, I repeat: empty. Now that would have been a true tragedy.
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