Mr. Pickles is Pissed!
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If any of you have followed my blogs in the past, you will remember that Mr. Pickles is the red-tailed hawk that resides in what the Professor calls ‘The Animal Kingdom’ that we ‘used’ to have in our backyard. Let me explain that . . .
I met the Professor almost 6 years ago and we have been married for almost 5 of those years. Long story short, we ended up moving into his house when we blended our families together. There were several reason for this: all of the kid’s friends lived in or very near his neighborhood, the school they all went to we could see from our back porch, and there was this gorgeous hay field behind our house between us and the school that in some pictures taken on the back porch, you’d swear that we lived in the country. There would be hay bails rolled up all over it and it was just lovely.
There was also a big section of woods where The Animal Kingdom resided. Cue the death of the lady that owned the house and land and the swooping in of her son who was quick to put a for sale sign on the land. Crap!
Now, Mr. Pickles and his family lived in those woods and hunted in the field for field mice and snakes. The hawk family was well fed, they had shelter, and they were happy, though Mr. Pickles would give me a pissed off look when I found him sitting on our fence and I’d yell out, “Hey, Mr. Pickles! What’s shaking? You having a good hunting day today?” He would look at me like he would peck my eyes out but I didn’t care because it amused me to no end to have a red-tailed hawk sitting on my fence that I fondly called Mr. Pickles. I am really good at self-amusement, though the Professor thinks I’m a nut.
It took a bit, but alas, the land was sold behind our house and now houses are being built. Cue the very pissed off Mr. Pickles.
When I say The Animal Kingdom I meant it. There were hawks, all kinds of birds, deer galore, coyote, fox, etc. It was so cool!
Now that Mr. Pickles’ field for hunting is gone and the woods he lived in has shrunk to about 10%, he is raging mad and his food source that he was used to is gone it seems.
So, here is how he is compensating . . .
I was right in the middle of a treatment session with one of my adorable OT kids when I hear my next door neighbor kid yell out a cuss word followed by a text that read, “Ms. Sharon, let your dogs in. That hawk is trying to carry them off!” Whaaaaaat? Not Mr. Pickles, he and I are tight!
Well, I excused myself from the OT session and went out to inspect this accusation thrown at me about Mr. Pickles and sure enough, he was swooping in on my two dogs. Without thinking about the fact that my OT family was out there with me as well as neighbors and my son and his friend who witnessed the swooping, I yell out, “Mr. Pickles, what in the hell has gotten into you?” To which my OT kid gasped at and it was only then that I realized what I had said.
My OT kid said, “Ms. Sharon! We need to wash your mouth out with soap,” as I observed his mother trying desperately not to laugh. I turned to my OT kid and said, “Oh yes, my stars, yes but first, I gotta save my dogs!”
As I ran back there yelling at Mr. Pickles, I observed my dogs hiding under the porch safe but I had a bone to pick with the hawk now on my fence eyeing me to see if he could eat me perhaps.
“Oh heck no you ain’t gonna eat me or my dogs either now git!” He flew off with that same pissed off look and pooped on my fence on the way out! Unbelievable!
Now, I get why he’s pissed, I really do but don’t eat my dogs!
I haven’t seen him lately but then we got a text yesterday from my bonus daughter warning us about a hawk that tried to get her dogs over at her mom’s house!
Oh, that Mr. Pickles is pissed and again, I don’t blame him but the dogs, really?
Let this be a warning that a very desperate and pissed off hawk named Mr. Pickles may be in your neck of the woods trying to get your pets so watch out!!
Love y’all!!
