Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Operation Relocation has Commenced

"I love my house, I love my nest! In all the world, my nest is best!"
(a childhood memory of mom reading this book to us, and consequently singing a made up song, will never again leave me with the nostalgic feeling I used to have when ever I saw this book. No, now, it will mean something completely different me!)

A few weeks ago, my family was in town and we were sitting in our front room and my dad commented on how the birds outside were really loud. Mike and I agreed, because for the previous week, we woke up to what sounded like birds right outside out patio door. We thought nothing of it since the walkway right behind out patio is line with trees, and after all, birds live in trees (or at least they are supposed to).

Well, Mike went out on the patio a couple of days later and came back in, in a tizzy, might I add, exclaiming "the birds have built their nest in my bike!" I went out to look and sure enough, right in between the tires of our two bikes, there was a nest, with two fuzzy birds in it. Almost immediately, Mike felt like he had to go on a bike ride, and therefore the birds were causing him problems because I wouldn't let him disturb the nest. (If I had only let him destroy the dang nest that day)! Anyway, I said to leave it alone and that it looked like the birds were almost ready to leave the nest. I told him that by the time he got back from Utah, he could go for a bike ride.

Fast forward a couple of weeks. Every time I go out on to the patio for anything, I have to be careful not to step on a FULL GROWN BIRD! And not just the birds, the piles and piles of bird poop that they have left on our patio!

A couple of days ago, I had had enough! I called maintenance with a strange request, asking them to shoo the birds and get rid of the nest! I couldn't take it anymore, plus I really want to clean up that dang poop! When I got home from work yesterday, there was no nest, and better yet, no birds! Wahoo! I started making plans about how to clean up the poop, and decided I would do it the next day (tonight). So this morning, I open my blinds and out of habit from these past couple weeks look up to where the nest used to be. And to my astonishment, I think I see a bird. My eyes must be playing tricks on me! I walk out to get a closer look and realize that these dang birds have rebuilt their nest in one night and are back to nesting and pooping on our patio! How dare they? It got me so mad that I had to call my mom immediately and tell her what had happened, and what does she do? She laughs, and then tells me that if I ever have to give a talk on persistence, then this would be the perfect example! At that point I can't help but laugh myself. Now, I still don't agree that this is funny. In fact, I am still really bugged, and can't wait to get home and go ape on a bird's nest! I laugh because I have this image that pops in to my head of me blindly swinging a broom above my head, trying to take down a nest while at the same time trying to protect myself from the angry birds that are dive bombing me for taking down their nest! Never the less, I will be persistent myself and not let these birds continue to make my patio their own little port-a-potty! Take that for personal example of persistence!

I know you can't see it very well, but the nest is in between the two tires.


On a side note, when I was younger, a family of robins made their nest in my dad's grill. So instead of a summer of grilled steaks and chicken (it was probably only a couple of weeks now that I think about it), we had a summer of waiting for the eggs to hatch and when they did, it was so fun to watch the little birds grow up and-key words here-LEAVE THE NEST! I thought the same thing would happen with our birds. . .

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Not to Get All Mushy . . .

Just really quick, I had to document something that happened this morning that totally made my day, and made me, more than anything, want to be home. As I was getting ready this morning, Mike was sleeping. He usually is (when I am getting ready, that is). Anyway, I got dressed and grabbed my shoes. As I bent over to buckle them, I all of a sudden couldn't bend all the way over. Just a little something was in my way. I tried about three times, and then, laughing, I whispered "hey, Mike-can you help me with something?"
And before I could say anything more, he jumped out of bed (probably not even really awake) and knew exactly what I was asking. He knelt down and grabbed the strap of my shoe and asked "how tight?" Then, as if that wasn't super duper nice (I hate not being able to do things for myself) he told me I looked really cute today and he gave me a hug before falling back in to bed. Although, he also said, "you should maybe think twice before wearing those shoes again, huh?" And yes, he is probably right. Looks like the next two weeks I will be wearing flip flops and slip-ons. Hope work doesn't mind, but I have to make sacrifices when it comes to having a husband in the military.
And now, here I sit, at work-bored, while Mike is home. I just want to hang out all week before he takes off for the next two!

OK-I am done-I promise.