So, we have established that the Billisaurus doesnt appreciate a mob of unruly immigrant. nonnative tweety birds, eating him out of house and home, a la birdfeeder, when there are perfectly acceptable native species type tweetybirds, more than ready, willing and able to fulfill this role, aaand provide hours of entertainment along the way.

Lining up with their serviettes

The nonnative lot have taken to..not frequent the birdfeeder of late, and this is A Very Good Thing.
However, on the rare occasion that they do, one is..semi acceptable, and theres a mostly black plumaged one that I dont mind..much. But..when the others arrive, theres a cast of thousands..so it seems, and all you see are lots of wings and feathers, all battling to fill their bellies..at my expense.
Now, at the back door, we have the resting place for thongs..wear-on-your-feet type ones.

So, it gives me great joy, on these inauspicious occasions, to sneak out, scruff one of honeybuns thongs, and hurl/sail it toward them. I have had a bit of practice, and..the thong usually goes where its aimed quite well.
It doesnt get noticed until..late in the proceedings, sometimes bouncing off one of the miscreants, before being observed.
Then..
All hell breaks loose. Ab-so-lute chaos.At least 15 racing pigeons all try to depart the scene at once, all in the same direction, all trying to Get Away, not taking much notice of what their -up to now- friends are up to.
15 spontaneous simultaneous heart attacks! Joy oh joy!
Oops, one of honeybuns thongs! Ah! yes! In my defence, your honour, hers are a bit on the petite side, and..usually, I put on thongs to go and retrieve aforesaid hurled thong..on occasion, its through the fence..not finding a target along the way. Here and there, its well short of the birdfeeder!
Now, it has happened, that she-who-shall-be-obeyed, hides her thongs Somewhere Else. My thongs are much larger, heavier, and..could do ah..a bit too much damage, lemme say. Plus it’d go way over the fence, and there be dragons, and prickly bits and pieces, lurking, waiting for the unwary and indeed unprotected foot. So, this thong gets…wafted..sort of floated towards the interlopers….theres a delayed reaction, its not an uh oh, Genghis on the warpath, but..wtf is that..I can score more food before it gets here..and then the chaos, as the rest of them notice. Aaand, I havent lost a honeybun thong ever!