Hard-to-find Intruders

We have four ways to enter our house from the outside. The front door doesn’t get much use since our main point of access is through the garage when we arrive home. The front door is used when I head outside to water our plants (they aren’t dead yet…can you believe it?!)

Each time the front door has been opened over the past few weeks, a flurry of wings and chirps takes place…a little birdie flies way. We’ve tried to find where the little birdie has made its home. All of the attic rafters still seemed to be properly sealed with screen. There wasn’t any indication of a nest on the ledges above the door or window. We were baffled. Where is this guy living?!

And then…we found it. More appropriately, Hubby found it. I need to give credit where credit is due.

We followed a poop trail first. The one that was scattered on my usually-clean front porch. Sorry for the close-up, but you need to recognize that this is, indeed, birdie poop.

Hubby came inside to tell his on-her-death-bed wife that he knew where the birdie was. I followed him outside to see the culprit. By the way, sunlight is very offensive when you’ve been trying to feel better inside a dark house for three days. I’m still in bed!

Instead of one single birdie that likes to chicken out every time we come outside, we found three tiny baby birdies at rest in their bed. Their poop-surrounded bed. I tell you, home pride has taken quite a fall these days. These little birdies just poop wherever, even if it’s just a few centimeters away from their little chicks.

So we oooooed-and-aaahhhhhed. But we didn’t move the nest. Hubby figures they’ll soon be big enough to fly away, like their parents each time we head outside. We can then politely remove their “winter home” and scrub away any remnants of poop.

The ironic thing is that I absolutely love this wreath. Of the four that I own, (one for each season, obviously), this is probably my favorite. I love it mostly because of how real it looks. Apparently, I’m not alone in this sentiment any longer.

The birdies think it looks pretty real, too.