There’s a little birds nest that hangs under the eaves of my roof. When I first saw it I thought that I would have to find a way to move it, due to the enormous pile of bird poo that sits directly underneath it, right outside my back door.
After living here for a couple of months, though, I wouldn’t dream of it. I know nothing of birds, so I couldn’t begin to tell you what kind they are, but they are not so loud as to be disruptive, I just get to hear a quiet hum of bird chirps all through my morning. As someone who tends to find mornings themselves to be pretty darn disruptive, (Light! Someone turn it off!) I just adore having little feathered companions singing me into my day.
We’ve also learned the hard way that the people we bought this house from did absolutely nothing and I mean not One Darn Thing to keep this house up, so I now suspect that enormous pile of poo to have accumulated over several years. I think I’ll deal with hosing my patio off every once and a while.