Friends of a Feather

So tonight when Mike and I returned home from a little snack attack run(ok I was hungry and he came along) We were greeted by some little friends. I opened our garage to see two little birds hanging out on the garage opener wire. I pointed them out to Mike and we both wondered how they got in the garage.

So we get out and try to shoo them away, but those little buggers would budge. We decided to take desperate measures and busted out the bird terminator otherwise known as a tennis racket. Mike being more limber at the moment played the part of exterminator. Picture in your ind Mike running around the garage after two little birds with a tennis racket trying to get them to fly outside.

But it gets even better, we get the two out an close he garage door and what appears but two more little birdies. I start laughing as mike starts his war cry and chasing again. My job is to open the garage door, so I think well birds are like flies you only need to open the door a little bit and they'll fly out. Wrong! those dumb birds fly into the garage door but cannot seem to figure out how to get out of the door. AHHHHH But never fear after a few times of chasing the birds out closing the garage, finding more birds, opening the garage, and watching Mike chase them around wielding his tennis racket tomahawk we finally said goodbye to our feathered friends. I guess we will be keeping our garage door closed from now on.