Remember my post last year when I helped Domer rid his front door of a bird’s nest?
Well, guess what? It’s nesting season.
And poor Domer is fighting the swooping birds in the Land of the North.
All by himself.
He’s not happy about it.
When he called the other day, our conversation went something like this:
Domer: They’re back.
Domer: The birds.
Me: Oh, do you have a nest?
Domer: Yeah, but I didn’t see any baby beaks sticking out, so I figured they were gone and knocked the whole thing over.
Me: With your Seven Iron?
Domer: No, I used a Three Wood. I wanted something a bit more substantial.
Probing further, I learned Domer had poked the nest off the downspout where the mama and papa were constructing it; however, he failed to “drive” it into the distant marshy areas.
As soon as Domer went off to work, mama and papa bird reclaimed their still-functional nest.
Today’s conversation went along these lines:
Domer: It didn’t work.
Me: What didn’t?
Domer: Removing the nest. Would you believe that mama and papa bird scooped up the entire thing and reattached it, right where they’d put it before?
Me: You’re kidding. The whole thing?
Domer: Yep, and when I went out this morning, the mama had been sitting there and decided to do a fly by. Not really attacking, I think — more like letting me know she knew I was there and warning me to keep away from her nest.
Me: What are you going to do now?
Domer: I guess they’ll have babies. What else can I do?
Not being the kind of folks who want to mess with Mother Nature, we agreed he’ll just have to wait them out.
Sadly, we don’t know what he’s dealing with in the Land of the North. Central Illinois doesn’t have SWOOPING birds, and we can’t Google them to learn more about the species.
And both of us hate feeling helpless and illiterate.
Might there be a solution we haven’t thought of yet??
“They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it’s not one-half so bad as a lot of ignorance.” — Terry Pratchett