Dratted crows.
Lately, I have been up at what seems like the crack of dawn. I know we should live by the saying, Early to bed, early to blaah blaah, but that doesn't work for me. And 6 am is not early to rise, it is bloody midnight for me. It just leaves me cranky and sleep deprived all day, making my mood swings worse than a pregnant woman. All this because a lovey dovey crow couple just got married and decided to start their new home on MY window.
They moved in on a Sunday morning. Sunday. My sacred day. The day I spend being lazy. The day I refuse to get up before 10 am. And my new freeloading tenants woke me up at 6:30 am. It wasn't too bright when I woke up, and for a moment, I thought it was just a bad dream. But the voices got louder, and before you know it I was having a full fledged argument with the crows. I questioned the legality of their actions, but the scrawny you-know-whats continued to throw rubbish on my window. Which was quite unfortunate, as my sister's bed is right next to the window and the otherwise spick and span bed now looks worse than a rotting dumpster. After 15 minutes of swearing in multiple languages asking them to leave my window alone, the fight got violent. They brought in reinforcements.
Two more crows joined the home making activity. By now, I was totally losing it. I got out of my bed, picked up my shoe and flung it at the window. Viola! They flew away! I had won the first round of this ferocious battle! Little did I know that there was more to come...
They left me alone on Sunday. By Sunday night, I was sure those pesky paupers wouldn't return.However, Monday morning arrived. My dreadful week begun with a consistent tap tap on my window and loud kaw kaws, like the crows were jammin' on my window. And then on, we established a pattern. I would hurl a shoe at the window ( I kept a few pairs by my bedside, just so I wouldn't run out of battle Armour) and they would make sure I woke up an hour before my alarm rang. I left them all all morning, so they could dump all the garbage of the world on my window. And every evening, I destroyed the garbage palace. After a week of tough battles and creatively violent abuses (from me and the crow family), they caved in. They finally gave up the idea.My room is now crow-nest free and silent again. The shoes still lie beside my bed. You know, just in case...
