((alright, stop snickering about the first name you juveniles!))
build nests on the outdoor lights by the back door, and in the crook of the downspout. Now the birds are trying to build on the mailbox by the front door.
Not a workable situation for the Postal Service, I'm sure, so I removed the materials when I retrieved the newspaper from the driveway. Later this morning, after hearing a big truck down the street (big trucks always gets a guy's attention,) I went out the front door to check on it (yard waste pickup day)
((don't get all over me for not recycling the stuff, it's branches and stuff that won't break down in a year's time in the compost))
(((see yesterday's Green Thursday blog entry)))
((((If our village was a little more progressive, we might have a yard waste recycling center.))))
Where was I? Outside the door checking on the truck, when lo and behold, the Robins had tried to rebuild, only higher up, on the front porch light.
This will not do, either, because when the eggs hatch, Mom gets all protectivy and swoops and hollers at anything coming close. Again, not workable for the Postal Service, so I removed the nest beginnings.
Let's hope the Robins have more sense to try a little more secluded location for their new home. They're almost as stubborn as President Bush on his failed Iraq policy.
Here's a whole website devoted to all things Robin.
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