Tuesday, April 24, 2018 – Dirty Bird or Foul Fowl
I have a murmuration of starlings. Google murmuration. Google starling.
Ok, there are only a couple of these nasty birds, but they are building their nasty nest above my front door. This means baby starlings are not far behind. This creates a poop deluge for those coming to the front door. I am not certain if my homeowners insurance covers “poop accidents” if someone slips and falls due to droppings.
While Peach, the cat, finds them fascinating to watch, I will not feel bad when I go wash away their nest this afternoon. Then maybe I’ll watch Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds. I still wonder how they got the house so clean after hundreds of birds were in the living room. This scene is before Tippy goes to the attic. Actually, those birds did not poop either. That green suit she had on is spotless when Rod Taylor rescues her.
There are only two birds outside my front door. They have only been there two days, but there is already poop. Therefore, I must go wash away the birds’ nest.
I’ll listen to these truly inspirational bird words from The Trashmen from 1963 while washing the front door. Bird, bird, bird is the word…