I am spending way too much time apologizing to the stupid bird that has taken up residence in the curve of a downspout not far enough away from the back door.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bird,” I say as I walk out to go to work.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Birdie,” I say as I let the dog out.
This is one rude neighbor. Almost every time I walk out the door, no matter how many times I apologize for disturbing her, she flaps out of her nest to sit on a wire and bitch, bitch, bitch at me about interrupting her day.
She is in the family way so I try to understand and remember that soon there will be little, bitty robins constantly demanding that mom feed them.
Heh, heh, heh. That’ll show you, Lady Robin Rudeness.
Then, just to show whose children they are, the little birdies will poop down the side of my house in cement-like fashion.
There is no justice.
Three choices; 1. Get rid of the nest, she’ll “Probably” get a new one made elsewhere. 2. Use the front door. 3. Suck it up, blog away, and make it part of your life. Cheers! John
No! No! Not Number One. I like Number 3, make it part of your life. If she divebombs you to keep you away from the nest use the front door. If she’s just bitching, well, who can blame her? She won’t be there long.