Ohsessing

    I think I married Elmer Fudd, Chris isn't goofy looking like Elmer. He still has most of his hair. And there's no comparing physiques. Chris looks much the same as he did the day we wed. Elmer's lumpy. They do share a commonality, however. They both are obsessed with something. With Elmer it's his nemesis, that, "Wascally wrabbit." With Chris, his obsession is over birds... blackbirds  in particular.

It all began innocently enough. I had decided one day to see if we could attract any birds and wondered out loud about getting a birdhouse. I thought it would give me something new and interesting to look at during the day. So we bought a bird feeder and bird seed and waited for the birds.  I was hoping for finches or nuthatches. What we got along with the nuthatches were blackbirds, dozens and dozens of blackbirds.  

    In the middle of a conversation Chris would whistle and bark out a sound  in an attempt to startle the birds. I don't know about the birds, but his antics worked on me.  Growing unhappy with the number of blackbirds gorging on our feed, feed meant for much smaller birds,  he tasked me with finding out how to keep blackbirds at bay. When that didn't work, he charged me with,finding a  blackbird-proof bird feeder. So with a new bird feeder with a cage around it, Chris was still losing the battle to irradiate this menace. Finally he was driven to slamming u=our patio screen door open and shut any time he saw them congregating. That was a lot of slamming.

     Yet Chris, much like Elmer,  remains undaunted. He has met the enemy,  and the enemy is his. Kind of. Sort of. Eventually. And much like Elmer, Chris is obsessed. The only difference  is Elmer hopes to shoot his nemesis. At least Chris hasn't gone to this extent. Yet.

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