We wage an ongoing battle at our house. Our love of animals fights on one side, facing off against our irritation with the muddy, poopy mess left when we allow little birds to raise a family on our front porch columns. We allowed a family of finches and another of barn swallows, and then cleaned up the mess and thought we were done with it. Then the swallows came back to start the next generation.
Enough is enough. My husband splurged on plastic spikes to super-glue to the ledges and we sat back to watch. Those swallows are flummoxed. They keep swooping through the porch, landing on the side of their ledges and trying to reason out in their little bird brains how the world changed and what they should do about it.
When they tire from hanging on sideways, they swoop up onto the roof and sit there to think about their next move. We are keeping out of the way and only watching through the windows, because they are the real “angry birds.”