I literally just got home just in time to see the blackbird digging a hole just about the size of a watermelon. I hate to say it, but the bird is just unbelievable. It's been driving me just nuts — just using its beak and a remarkable intelligence — for a few weeks now. I'm not mad, I'm just going ballistic.

Just when I thought I had gotten rid of him (Robin Food, remember?), he waltzed back in. Just like that.

Robin — yes, you. Can you just stop ruining my crops? Nothing personal. It's just that I'm getting so sick and tired of you. You don’t have the right to disturb, disrupt, or spoil my life just because you’re a bird.

But know this: I'm just as territorial as you — maybe more. So, just listen carefully, you spoiled little goblin: I'm coming for you.