Dear Neighbor Behind Us,
STOP SHOOTING THE BIRDS!!
I am sick and tired of walking out in the yard with my little boy only to find another dead blackbird in the grass, or in today’s case: on my porch. Do you know how traumatic that is to a bird and animal loving three-year-old? Do you know how nasty that is? What if he touches one before I realize it’s there, or, heaven forbid, our stupid dog eats one? Do you want to pay their medical bills?
I don’t care if the blackbirds eat the birdseed meant for the purple martins. I don’t care if the blackbirds try to live in your purple martin houses.
STOP SHOOTING THEM!
I guess it would be one thing if you’d just clean up your own messes. But, no, you have to shoot them with your little low-powered gun and let them fly over to our yard and die.
I have a few words for the lady next door, too, if I ever find out that she is indeed shoving dead birds found in her yard into ours. Or aiming her lawnmower just right so that they purposely fly into our yard in a million little pieces. I could swear that the bird I found two weeks ago was last seen in her yard. It’s interesting how it mysteriously appeared at the edge of our patio where I almost stepped on it.
I’m going to have my husband have a talk with you about this as soon as possible. Should it continue after that, I’ll resort to more drastic measures. I’m not above throwing the dirty, soon-to-be fly ridden creatures back into your yard. All I need is a pair of gloves. I’m also not above reporting you to the city, if that’s what it takes… and maybe a few other things that are brewing in my mind.
STOP SHOOTING THE DANG BLACKBIRDS!






