Things which happen on a Sunday

So I woke up at a reasonable hour unlike yesterday *cough* which meant I was able to get things done at a reasonable time. Things such as laundry which, thanks to the lovely weather, I was able to put outside on the line to dry for the first time this year.

This was when I realized the downside of the bomb-building birds. Their home is next to where the clotheslines are. I could not help but wonder if my laundry would prove to be a tempting target to them as they swooped to and fro (glideglideflutterSHITCARFLUTTERFLUTTERUPUPUPUPwhewglide) to get their bomb-building materials.

Luckily if my laundry was a target, it wasn't a tempting one and I was able to bring my stuff in hours later with no need to wash it again.

Ah nature.