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.
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i bet she wouldn’t bother you if you wore a snake costume…
Yipes! Reminds me of a blue-jay back in Florida who was notorious for terrorizing my brother, dive-bombing our dog, and stealing the pets’ food. His cockiness was his fatal undoing, though — one time he tried to steal from the bowl of our big adopted cat, Jake. Turns out Jake was a lot faster than he looked %D
The moral of the story is, if the red-breasted pest keeps bothering you, make friends with a stray cat! (They’e easily bribed with tuna fish or canned chicken, lol) Or I could always loan out Smokey for a while…