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April 14, 2007
Signs of Spring
I don't know why this keeps happening to me, but every spring, a robin or two goes crazy and tries to take over my house. It usually starts when some robin gets it into his head to start attacking his reflection in the window in my office that overlooks the backyard. It's hard to believe if you've never seen this phenomenon, but if you don't put a stop to it, the robin will energetically continue to attack his reflection until he injures himself so badly that he can no longer attack. My approach to the whole thing is to hang a piece of cheesecloth on the window to cut the reflection until the robins get a little less crazy.
Not that the robins stop there.
Once they're done attacking my innocent window, one of them almost always decides to build a nest on the front porch, either in the clematis or (last year) one of our hanging baskets. The mother bird then proceeds to act like she's never seen me before, like she had no idea people even lived in the house, and like we are the world's biggest threats to her and her offspring. It's kind of magical to have birds nesting on your front porch, but it also gets tiresome to have an overwrought robin screeching at you every time you walk in or out of the house.
Yesterday, though, the robins came up with a new one. I arrived home after my week away only to find that a robin had decided that my car was his territory to defend and protect, which means that my car doors were almost completely covered in bird poo. Now it's true that I exaggerate sometimes (okay, a lot), but I assure you that I am not exaggerating here -- when I say "covered," I mean COVERED, as in you could not see the door through the poo when I went out there this morning. I washed the car and, in an attempt to defend and protect my territory, parked the car in the garage, which I dislike doing, but I think I dislike seeing my car caked with bird poo more.
Ah, home.
Posted by adrienne at April 14, 2007 02:14 PM
Comments
At our old place, there was a woodpecker that used to do that every spring. Good ole Peckerhead.
Posted by: web at April 14, 2007 05:24 PM
I think a doctor can clear that clematis up for you.
Posted by: chuck at April 14, 2007 07:15 PM
Don't think I didn't double check the spelling on that before I posted because I was worried I'd goof it up.
Posted by: adrienne at April 14, 2007 08:21 PM