Better run, better run

There's a song that's been playing on the radio lately, and Molly can't stop singing it:

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

I'm going to adopt that as my theme song, only I'm changing the lyrics: All the backyard critters that are eatin' my stuff, you'd better run, better run...

Yes, he's back, the king of the backyard. And now he's gone too far.

We got a gift--a big basket of chrysanthemums--and put them out on the deck where we could see them from the sunroom. And that arrogant b*st*rd toddled right on over and started chomping.

Enough is enough.

Okay, I'm not really gonna get a gun, but between the effin' great blue heron eating all our baby koi (see pics below) and Mr. Woody eating the flowers, I've had it.

I'm mad now. Wildlife, beware!

Great blue heron underneath the pond net, eating our fish

Scary great blue heron flies away