tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599909894024508521.post7288575713656394553..comments2024-03-10T18:57:26.378-06:00Comments on The Blog O' Cheese: Why I am afraid of ostriches.Cheeseboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02358419997798632644noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599909894024508521.post-42242738691819344972010-04-18T12:39:57.345-06:002010-04-18T12:39:57.345-06:00Hahahaha You don't even KNOW! (thats from a Da...Hahahaha You don't even KNOW! (thats from a Dane Cook routine, but I love to say it) I love this post, its freaking hysterical. Glad to know you were funny from the beginning of your blog, don't know why...but glad to know. :)Melindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11738664615930618450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599909894024508521.post-50116446507786409522008-03-29T09:27:00.000-06:002008-03-29T09:27:00.000-06:00I hate them too. When Ike and I worked in landsca...I hate them too. When Ike and I worked in landscaping at Lagoon, we used to have to reach into their cage to hook up a hose so that we could water the grass under the Rollo-planes. The dumb birds would always freek us out. When I had to do it, I would wait until they were clear across their cage and then I would hurry and stick my hand through the fence. Every single time, one of them would suprise me. I always would just about have the hose screwed onto the faucet when I would look up and have one hissing at me about a foot away from my face. Once I got the hose hooked up, I would spray them with it, to get them back to their side of the cage. Take that bird lovers! P.S.- Sorry Abe if I just blogged on your blog.Heather and Jakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07389070890397531922noreply@blogger.com