Up in the Texas Hill Country was a few hundred acres with a line shack on it. It was big enough for bunk beds, and a sheep herder stove. At some point an outhouse was added on to the shack with a removable honey pot made out of an old wash tub. Whenever it got half full, some poor soul would have to drag it out and empty it.
A fella I know decided to go hang out at the shack for few days and relax. He got all settled in and soon discovered there was a woodpecker flying around the cabin. He tried to chase it out the front door but the woodpecker headed to the outhouse and he shut the door behind it, he figured it would fly out the bottom and problem solved. About an hour an later he opened the door to the outhouse and the woodpecker was still in there, he batted the bird with his hand and it fell in the honey pot. The pissed off woodpecker come up out of the honey pot covered in chit and proceeded to flog the man in the face and sling chit all over the walls before it went out the front door.
I hate a woodpecker.
A fella I know decided to go hang out at the shack for few days and relax. He got all settled in and soon discovered there was a woodpecker flying around the cabin. He tried to chase it out the front door but the woodpecker headed to the outhouse and he shut the door behind it, he figured it would fly out the bottom and problem solved. About an hour an later he opened the door to the outhouse and the woodpecker was still in there, he batted the bird with his hand and it fell in the honey pot. The pissed off woodpecker come up out of the honey pot covered in chit and proceeded to flog the man in the face and sling chit all over the walls before it went out the front door.
I hate a woodpecker.
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