Bluejays are infamous for taking over a birdhouse. The trick is to make the opening too small for them to get in. They are the destructive monsters in the bird world.

Homer tried that trick and it seemed to work. For a while. Then the Bluejays were in the house and the other birds were gone. How did they do that? Did they go on a diet? The hole didn’t get bigger. It is bigger.

Now, Homer wasn’t the brightest star in the sky but he wasn’t stupid. How did the hole get bigger? The bird couldn’t have done it, that’s for sure.

Homer built a new birdhouse. Three days later the bluejays were inside and the hole was bigger. This wasn’t adding up right. The bluejays didn’t have any way to make the hole bigger.

Homer built a third house. Mrs. Homer was getting sick of the whole hole thing. She didn’t care that Homer built the birdhouse. A hobby is a hobby. It was the talking about it that got to her. Homer was getting obsessed.

Homer watched that birdhouse day and night. He was dozing off toward morning when he heard a rapping sound. It was coming from the birdhouse. Homer leaped off the porch, broke his ankle and crawled to the birdhouse. He painfully looked up to se a woodpecker rapping away at the hole in the house.

When the hole was big enough for the bluejay to get inside the woodpecker was paid off with half the birdseed. The whole point of this story is that the bluejay and the woodpecker were a whole lot smarter than Homer. Neither of them had anything broken. They were still...whole.