So...last week or so, we had a little bird issue. We found one day that we had the
beginnings of a bird nest in our BBQ Grill. Aaron cleaned it out and cooked our steaks. Then a few days later the girls and I kept seeing the same type of bird on our deck by our Grill and Ella kept saying "Bird, Bird," so I was suspicious. That night Aaron went to Grill again, and low and behold, another bunch of twigs and stuff.
I had a brilliant idea. I told Aaron he needed to build a bird house so the bird would have a place to put the youngsters. I was worried it was too late for the bird to find another spot. So, Aaron set to making me happy and made a bird house.
Aaron told me later that his mind went straight to a pellet gun or something when he found the nest in the Grill. Thinking that would solve the issue.
So, here we are. Aaron's mind works so different from mind. Two different point of views.
**Actually, what I (Aaron) said was, "I think a pellet gun and some good marksmanship would take care of the situation." And it would have! Plus we wouldn't have to worry about the birds finding a new place to make their nests. But be that as it may, I did make a bird house, a very, very fine house. But the house still sits vacant.**