True, I’ve never had children of my own, unless you count the ones with fur I’ve spoiled over the years. But some very determined and brave swallows have built a nest several feet above my front door.
The droppings, or should I say decorations, now splattered on my porch aren’t something I’ve ever desired—nor would anyone in their right mind. But the occasional feather I’ve found there has been nice.
I just hope the babies don’t try to leave the nest too soon. They have nothing but brick to break their fall and they’re at least ten to twelve feet up.
Talk about a fly or die situation!
Since my fine feathered friends have shown up, some of my human pals have regaled me with related horror stories.
My hair stylist tells me she loved having a cardinal build a nest in her backyard two years running . . . until, that is, she came outside and found a snake had climbed (or should I say slithered?) up the tree and was in the process of swallowing one of the hatchlings.
My stylist tells me a snake would be just as likely to climb the side of my house to reach the baby swallows. I’m being quite honest and sincere when I say that snakes would never be a welcome addition to my front porch, or anywhere within a 50-mile radius of my home.
My buddy, Ramona, told me about her sister who was charmed to come home and find a swallow’s nest on her back patio several years back. Evidently she found it far less charming the following year when the same swallows returned and brought a flock of friends with them.
I’m told Ramona’s sister ended up with something like 50 nests all around their patio.
Needless to say, the thrill quickly evaporated the second year. Plus, they had a LOT more than feathers to clean up around the patio.
So I’m thinking once my little grandkids literally leave the nest, I’ll remove their first home and hang a disco ball of sorts to discourage their—or any of their friends—return.
‘Course if I come home to discover a flock of birds lined up around my house all tweeting Staying Alive (for those who are too young to know, this is one of the anthems of the disco era) or anything else by the Bee Gees or Donna Summers, I’ll have to try something else.
HOW ABOUT YOU, HAVE YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW EVER BEEN INFESTED WITH BIRDS OR ANY OTHER CREATURES? IF SO, WHAT HAPPENED AND HOW DID YOU, OR THEY, TAKE CARE OF THE SITUATION? A FREE COPY OF MY DEBUT NOVEL, MRS. GOODFELLER WILL BE RANDOMLY AWARDED TO ONE PERSON WHO LEAVES A COMMENT BELOW BEFORE THE NEXT WRITERSPACE BLOG IS POSTED.