Crazy Robins
Do you have robins around your home? Are they going insane? Mine are.
It started about two weeks ago and began with an indefatigable defence of our drain pipe and clothes peg basket, much chirping and battering at windows, and an unimaginable amount of bird poo on the railings around the deck near the back door.
Action shifted to the front of the house this week. This morning I was woken up at 5am by repeated scratching at our bedroom window. A robin was flying into the window, claws out, as if he was an osprey diving in for a fish in the sea. Needless to say, a double paned window is stronger than a robin. His efforts to smash the window (and presumably the intruding bird that he saw reflected in it) were in naught, but he was not dissuaded.
This evening it is our french doors, also on the front of the house. He is perched on a piece of wood that is leaning against the door (long story there, but I am not able to move the wood right now), and pecking at the window. This is no woodpecker, but he persists. Peck, peck, peck. I am sure he is going to knock his brains out of the back of his head.
And, of course, the stream of bird poo continues unabated. What do these birds eat? An all-bran diet? Does pecking cause them to want to relieve themselves? It is nuts. I can shoo him away, but as soon as I leave the room he is back, pecking away.
Humph. Nature!
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