And in our spare time, we run a low-cost sparrow hostel.
Paul came home last night to be greeted by the panicked flappings of a chilled sparrow which had made itself at home atop our porchlight. Our tiny guest was wedged between the eave and the black metal light, basking in its very own 60 watts of warmth. It left when Paul surprised it on his return home, but was back by time we left for dinner. Not sure how long it had been sojourning with us, but if the little pile of poo is any indication, it’s stay must’ve began last summer. My how little birds poop.
So we named him Wattson, but I doubt he’ll be back since we troubled him with camera phones and tried to charge him hostel surtaxes. Who knows, he could be coating your porchlight in sparrow guano as we speak.
January 22nd, 2007 at 5:09 pm
We have some awfully dumb birds at school. They used to roost on top of the air conditioners outside of the classrooms. There’s a small 1-2 foot gap between the top of the metal casing and the roof, perfect for a nest. Because they crapped everywhere the district came out and fenced off the openings.
You’d think the birds would figure out that their nest is now inaccessible and they’re are now screwed, but no. The dumb pigeons hang on sideways to the chicken wire for hours! They just hang their cooing away like a bunch of retards.
January 27th, 2007 at 2:56 am
You can always have Jason Yost build a poop deck. Or take a rain gutter and channel the feces to a proper location for excrement disposal.