The birds (barn swallows) nested a few times on our front porch, which was sweet and very endearing to me. There is something walking out the front door on a warm spring morning and hearing the peep peep peep of baby birds and then being dive bombed by their mother.
They have since nested across the street, and next door, and left us out of the dive bombing peep peeping action. Which was fine, because with an infant I am sure that I would have gone crazy and tried to dive bomb that mother bird myself. Now that I am older, and have a very curious 4 year old who loves animals this is a great chance to see how birds build nests, and see how baby birds hatch.
Hubby isn't down for any of this educational fun. He thinks that this is the most annoying disgusting thing on the planet and has spent the better part of the last week swearing and tearing down the half built nests from the front door. He has placed all kinds of "obstacles" in their way to prevent them from building. At first they knocked them down, now they have taken to including them - I am sure for structural stability - in their design.
The smoke that was billowing out of Mr. Tantrum's ears this morning was monumental! He tore down the nest and stormed off to work. When I took Bacon to school the nest was again half built. They are determined, and I am determined now to let them. Hubs got a message stating that he could sleep in the driveway if he tore down another nest. He said that it was fine, but I would have to explain if there was a dead bird on the porch, or if Bacon's eye got poked out by a lunatic bird mother.
Fine with me! Heck that would be AWESOME...it would finally be the blog post that got me featured on BlogHer!