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An Easter Resurrection

8 Apr

As we were celebrating our risen Savior today, it was only fitting to come home and find a resurrection of a different kind.

The pigeons are back.

For being “rats with wings” as Husband says, they are quite smart. They managed to tear down his chicken wire barricade and build a roomy nest in the eave of our house. But for all their brains, they clearly have a short memory because they’ve completely forgotten what Husband did to their relatives last year, and by the look in Husband’s eyes, I fear they’ll suffer the same fate.

However, I’ll put death talk aside and talk about life for a moment. It’s so easy to take for granted that we have a living Savior who cares about every detail of our lives, although we don’t deserve it. So, with that in mind, I want to share one of my favorite vocal performances of all time. I’ve probably watched this video a hundred times, but it never fails to give me chills. Happy Easter!


How Does Your Garden Grow?

20 Sep

I’ve always had a dream of growing a little vegetable garden in my backyard. Now that Husband and I officially have one, the thought has crossed my mind more than once. Because we’ve been focused on the inside of the house, I hadn’t mentioned my dream to Husband until the other day.

Upon revealing my gardening aspirations, he simply stared at me dumbfounded. Then, he walked to the backyard and pointed to exhibit A:

This was the plant I tried to keep alive this summer. In my defense, it was one of the hottest Texas summers on record. But, I must admit that this has been the fate of almost every flowering plant I’ve tried to keep alive. My thumbs may not be green, but practice makes perfect, right?

So, I’d like to know. Have you ever planted a vegetable garden, and if so, what would be your best tips?

End of the Pigeons (we hope)

2 Aug

If you’ve been following our blog for very long, you’re familiar with our pigeon problem, as we’ve documented here and here and here. Well, I believe we’ve finally arrived at the end of the saga.

After our fiasco with the neighbors, Husband decided to try chicken wire to keep the pigeons away. One quick trip to Home Depot, and we had our supplies for what we were both convinced would be the end of the pigeons.

Husband did a fantastic job – he even spray-painted the chicken wire the same color as our roof so it wouldn’t be visible from the street. I held the ladder while he cleaned out their nest once again and sealed of the corner of the roof with the chicken wire and staple gun.

The next day, he arrived home from work a little earlier than I did, and I received a text message from him with the following picture:

I was amazed that those little rascals were able to squeeze behind the chicken wire and get themselves trapped, but I was even more amazed (although I shouldn’t have been) at the picture that followed, along with his message: “I bagged my limit!”

I guess Husband got what he wanted in the end.

How NOT to Meet Your Neighbors

26 Jul

For those of you who have been following our Pigeon Saga, consider this part 3.

I grew up in your typical American suburb where one front yard flowed right into the next with relatively little distinction and our neighbors were within arm’s reach. Husband, however, had a slightly more rural upbringing. With almost 2 acres to roam and plenty of distance from the neighbors, he was raised to get things done without worry about how the nearest locals might react.

When we discovered our pigeon infestation, my first thoughts were nest removal, traps, or maybe even a wooden owl to scare them away. However, none of these options occurred to husband. There was only ever one option for getting rid of them: a BB gun. While, I wasn’t completely against the gun, I did warn him that he really shouldn’t be shooting anything because he was going to scare the neighbors.

Several weeks after I gave him a stern warning that “city-folk” spooked easily (advice he had taken with a roll of his eyes), I received a frantic text message from our next-door neighbor while I was in our closet putting clothes away.

“Are y’all ok?” she wrote.

“Yes, we’re fine. Why?”

“OMG! Lindsey down the street just saw a man walk into your house carrying a gun, and she called the police!”

Without knowing where my husband was, I knew exactly what she had seen. I ran into the living room, and sure enough, there he sat with his BB gun in hand. I explained the situation to him as pleasantly as I could while trying to avoid the 4 words that no man wants to hear: I told you so.

He, of course, thought it was ridiculous that anyone would freak out, but I was relieved that we have neighbors who are watching out for us.

Thankfully, we were able to calm everyone down, and the neighbors called the police back and told them everything was ok. But we learned an important lesson: Introduce yourselves to the neighbors before you introduce them to your pest control methods.

Silence of the Pigeons (part 2)

19 Jul

Well, it didn’t take 72 hours before that male pigeon – I’m determined the male pigeon survived – had a new girlfriend. They’ve already rebuilt the nest on our roof and have moved right in. I told Preston he could shoot that pigeon to his heart’s content.

To read part one of the pigeon saga, click here.

Silence of the Pigeons

18 Jul

Some say pigeons are just rats with wings, and up until a month or so ago I might have been one of them. When we first moved into our house, we noticed an inordinate amount of bird feces on the roof, and after the first night in our house we figured out why.

There were a pair of pigeons living on our roof, their nest conveniently tucked away right above our master bedroom window. Each day – and much too early I might add – the pigeons began cooing incessantly. This drove me nuts for about a month. Then I grew accustomed to it. Then I grew to like it.

Husband would often wake up angrily mumbling something about a “dang wildlife reserve” (we have a family of rabbits that frequent our yard), and then roll over and go back to sleep. Well, last weekend he had finally had enough. Knowing full well that I would try to stop him, he waited until I wasn’t home, went and bought a BB gun, and shot one of the birds.

Until yesterday, I had no idea this had even happened. I woke up early and noticed that I hadn’t heard the pigeons in a couple of days. Out of curiosity, I walked out the front door to check on them, and what I saw horrified me.

The pigeon that Husband shot was laying face down on the roof just a foot from its nest, and – here’s the part that sent me into tears – the other one was sitting in the nest making the most desperate crying sound. I couldn’t take it. I know pigeons are nasty. I know they make a mess. But I also knew that those two pigeons were a pair, and it broke my heart to see one grieving over the other.

Needless to say, I had words with Husband. His response to me was,”It’s not like they mate for life!”

Well, in my emotional state, I Googled it. Luck wasn’t with him. The first entry I see read: “Pigeons live in families and mate for life.”

This made me even more upset, and I threw (admittedly) a childish fit. While I was giving him the silent treatment, he promptly ran the other bird off and removed the nest (and the dead bird) from the roof. I’ll update you when we’re talking again…

In the mean time, here’s a video I managed to shoot one day while the male pigeon was strutting his stuff.

To read part 2 of the pigeon story, click here.