IT STARTED WHEN A LITTLE ROBIN LANDED ON OUR WINDOWSILL AT WORK LAST MONDAY. We thought it was cute when he started hopping up and down. Well, it was cute for about five minutes until we realized that the bird, or “Seymour” as we call him (get it, see more because he can see himself in the window, or at least that’s what we assume) has kept at this for four days now. So Ryan, our creative director made this video and sent it to us all.
If anyone wants to adopt Seymour (also known as SHOOT HIM WITH A PAINTBALL GUN) please feel free to let me know.
Also…if you have a real cat that can scale twenty feet walls, we would like to offer he/she/it a job. My cat has currently traded sides - he’s a lover not a fighter.
THIS IS THE ADORABLE LITTLE GREMLIN we call Aspen. She’s an awesome niece to have, if you can’t tell from her confident posing (and no, you can’t have her).
One of this punks first words was “bird”. Its all the rave nowadays apparently, as she always makes her mother Ashley run her outside to see the local magpies, finches and the occasional sparrow. So I got to thinking . . . it would be neat to introduce her to my two parakeets, Rico and Pip.
Everyone listen up, if you want a recipe for tears, gently coax a child to stick out their arm, and promptly place a Killer Bird on them.
We took documentary footage of this event. After we got the same results, we thought we’d just post it and see what you think. Remember: Baby+bird-on-arm=scary.
Oh and message to Aspen - that was the fakest cry I have ever heard you utter in your year long life! In fact, it was so fake, it reminded me of Charlie Bit Me.
