I like bird nests. My sister and I used to collect them as children, along with any eggshell pieces we would find discarded.
I like birds, too. But when a bird interferes with my everyday life, I get a little annoyed.
Exhibit A: The American Robin (Turdus migratorius)
A few days ago I was weeding the patio and the mother bird was swooping down so close that her wings were touching my hair. I abandoned the effort with half of my task completed. Yesterday I tried to hang lights on the back porch for the party and she dive-bombed me with such ferocity that I retreated back into the house, shaking with terror.
This is just ridiculous.