I love birds.
But when they decide to build a nest close to my front door… I start acting like a lunatic.
Usually, I feel like an old person who is sitting on a front porch in a rocking chair …yelling at the whole world or loud car radios.
I just had to ask myself…
“Am I turning into a crotchety old bird lady…. who yells at sweet birds just looking for a new place to chill?”
Well…I guess I am.
Once I see those finches hanging out by my alcove …I lose my mind.
I open the door to scare them. I walk outside in my pjs. I do crazy stuff that normal people would never do to a sweet birdie….like make cat noises or clap my hands together. Sure…like that’s gonna work!
Out of nowhere…maybe in the dead of night…a full nest of twigs and random stuff magically shows up. How did the bird manage to do that?
It’s usually at that moment when a bird is nestled in with his little head peeking out. The sneaky bird is just taunting me. He is…I swear.
Sadly, I am left with no other choice.
That annoying bird wins every time.