Actually, they aren't loving even a teensy bit.
They are aggressive and mean and they hate me.
When I head out to water my pumpkins (remember those seeds I planted a few weeks ago? Look how big they're getting already!)...
...they sit in the sunflowers and squawk at me.
It scares me.
But yesterday I made the mistake of going outside in a pink shirt (now that the killer hummingbirds are gone) and they decided to squawk AND divebomb me!
I ran out of the garden, screaming like a moron, and sprinted (slowly) toward the back door.
Panting like a marathoner (hey, it is at least 100 yards...okay, okay, maybe 100 feet!) I told Mr. Jenny that the birds were trying to attack me.
"Oh, they're lovebirds," he said, "Maybe they just love you! And they're pretty."
So, I made Mr. Jenny water the pumpkins for me.
And he thought the squawking was funny. And since he wasn't wearing a pink shirt they didn't dive bomb him.
I think not!
But if you want to see for yourself, wear a pink shirt and c'mon over to water the pumpkin plants!
And wear your sprinting shoes!