How to try? Follow directions at work to not disobey the rule book, and at home feel the comfort of a Queen-sized bed in which to sleep. Pull a purple goose-down filled comforter over your head and awake when you hear the red Cardinal bird in your backyard birdfeeder calling you to sing you a song. What type of song? Any song you wish, there is no limit, the sky's the limit, you are the Queen, the Matriarch and all is yours.
Having a husband to fill the birdfeeder regularly, Mr. Little who although is shorter than you can reach the top of the birdfeeder on a ladder. He has a soft voice, gentle, like the dove, but never coos, never whistles, and never sings, thank God! We instead can hear the Cardinal and the Red-breasted Robin who sing like Opera Stars. To offer them food and they sing back to you in joy.
A birdbath? Not necessary, birds are not dirty, although there are birds that eat garbage such as the White Seagull. Any garbage possible on the beaches of the Great Lakes, to chew and spit up, a nasty bird. Same as the city Pigeon, a bird of many colors but a selfish aggressive bird, chasing away all smaller birds, so, to lay out bird traps, and squirrel traps.
A raccoon in your attic? It is because your house is the best house on your block and it attracts pets. A Mrs. Big who is tall enough and strong enough to lay out traps, not in understanding of her Mr. Little husband who cannot work at ordinary house tasks, so she gives up her chair to him but he slides off, teaching him how to stay on a chair while you as Mrs. Big takes the Throne.
In awe of Queen Elizabeth who does not have a king, no need of a Mr. Little, if she can do it, we all can do it!!!
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