Things you never thought you’d do, breakfast edition

You live your whole life thinking you’re a pretty normal, middle class, socially acceptable kind of person.

Then you one day you look up from your scones and coffee and realize that your kids are firing rocks at squirrels through an open window.

 

Our family loves birdwatching. I mean, really loves birdwatching. We have five bird houses, and multiple, strategically located feeders. Two year-old Simon will happily screech, “Card-null!” or “Shrike!” to announce his favorites. We have a daughter called Birdie, for goodness sake.

We like birds.

Squirrels? Not so much. (Although I will give a shout out to our literary friends Ulysses,  Nutkin, Chatterer, and Rakkety Tam via affiliate links, because we do love them.)

However, squirrels like Floating Axe Farm and its many birdhouses and feeders.

So what’s a family to do?

Arm themselves with slingshots and rocks, throw open the windows, and fire away, apparently.

We’re in the market for a baffle. But until then, the kids are having great time pinging leaves and tree trunks in an effort to send the squirrels running for the hills. We’re not shoot to kill people. But we’re also definitely not above laughing about our poor aim and the tenacity of the fluffy-tailed rodents.

Which clearly debunks any illusions I may have had about being normal.