Quail in Green Valley
With apologies to Edgar Alan Poe.
Once upon a morning clearly, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore–
While I computed, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my bedroom door.
‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my bedroom door–
Only this and nothing more.”
We enjoy the quail in Green Valley, but this incessant tapping has to stop!
August 22nd, 2005 at 9:42 am
You can enjoy them. I don’t. They not only dig up my garden, they terrorize my cat. They stand there on the window sill and tap right in her face and she practically has a nervous breakdown. The only thing worse in Green Valley are the doves (which keep flying into my garage and relieving themselves everywhere).
Grrrrrr!