Ghettified

I have spent the better part of this morning making the Little Backyard even more ghetto. Making it look ghetto was not my goal, obviously, just the unintentional result of my project. Finally at my breaking point with the duck shit on the patio, I put up a larger 'rabbit' galvanized steel fence around the perimeter of the patio. I also moved the old plastic dog house to the Little Backyard for EDub and PDub. Stephen said they will go in there if you get some straw. Mostly what I am afraid of is that they won't go in, but an entire nation of horny fertile mice will. I think that the only other way to make this house look more ghetto would be to start buying cars that don't work and to put them on bricks in the front yard or to get some illegitimate babies and have them run amok in their diapers outside next to the rusted out cars.

I just spent 10 minutes chasing the PDub around the yard because she had a piece of tape stuck to her beak. While I was chasing her, she flew up and over the fence that separates them from the ghetto garden, which made me realize that while she could live with a piece of tape stuck to her beak, she could not live without a wing clip because either a) she would fly up and over onto the deck making my whole morning a waste of time or b) fly up and over to be lunch for Randi and Earl. I couldn't catch her alone because she is wiley and I could only block one area at a time. I have been forced to pull out the big metaphorical guns and call the Big Guy who is going to come over and help me catch the duck for a wing clip. I'm hoping I can also convince him to look at why the faucet outside is suddenly leaking, but I am afraid that just helping me catch the duck will be all he's willing to do for paternal duty today. (EDub has already had this year's wing clip because she let me pick her up about a month ago.)