Over the weekend I was doing laundry, like a typical exciting weekend at my house, which involves walking from my kitchen door (under the carport) to the detached garage 10' away.
It's not a long walk, but in wind, rain or snow it's unpleasant...and gets my heart pumping a bit faster with my quickened pace.
This weekend, however, my pace was faster due to the potential for another substance raining down on me: poop from 200 or so starlings.
Yup, the trees around and on my property were reminiscent of a scene from "The Birds." It was eerie and awesome all at the same time. Half of me wanted to be Weezer from "Steel Magnolias" or was it the dad or the brothers that tried to scare away the birds with a shotgun from the wedding? Anyway, the other half of me just wanted to protect my laundry and myself from a shower of uncomposted crap.
I know, logically, that these birds eat bugs and spread seeds and probably do other important and ecologically important things, but they are also a total nuisance. Have you ever awoken to the cacophony of a flock of starlings? Have you ever walked through a neighborhood lousy with them? They are creepy and disgusting. They are also the product of a misguided attempt to populate the Americas with Shakespearean birds.
I'm over the starlings. I don't want them over me.
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