Bird Battle Chapter II

A friend called this morning to pass on some advice from his mother in dealing with my bird problem.

“She said to wrap a rubber snake around it … and make sure the head sticks out,” he repeated. “I guess they did it and it worked.”

I would have probably heeded that advice, had I not already employed my own strategy — which seemed to do the trick.

I got desperate to run Ms. Robin off for good when she did manage to fully construct a nest — and cement it in place with a thick layer of mud — in the midst of the drizzle on Wednesday morning. When I arrived home after getting a haircut on Wednesday afternoon, there she was, sitting on the nest and looking pretty pleased with herself. She flew off at my approach, and I once again used a broom to knock down her now well-constructed abode.

Luckily, she hadn’t had time to deposit any eggs.

But in the brief time I went inside the garage to get a dustpan to carry it off to the garbage, she returned to the light perch, scaring the heck out of me when I exited the door beneath.

As I climbed the ladder with the hose and began to scrub the mud off the siding, I began to ponder things that could be used to scare her off permanently. I didn’t want to harm her — although I was beginning to ponder my homicidal tendencies as I cleaned the mess she’d left behind — only deter her from rebuilding her home in my territory.

In a gardening article, I had once read about using plastic bags — the ones you get from the grocery store — to keep birds and bunnies out of the garden. So I climbed the ladder once again and used twist ties (made by Worthington’s own Bedford Industries, of course) to secure a couple of plastic bags to the light. To make sure they continued to flap in the breeze, I added a couple of slits.

A while later, I looked out the deck doors, and there she was, sitting on the railing, twigs and grass in beak, staring at the light on the garage. Summoning her courage, she took wing and flew toward the garage — but was turned back by the flapping of the white plastic.


I’m hoping that Ms. Robin has moved on and found a more suitable building site. But I’m still checking the light for signs of nest-building materials every time I come and go. She’s a crafty bird and just might find a way to incorporate the plastic bags into her design.


2 Responses

  1. Bill

    Why can’t you just let the robin nest where she wants to? It will only be for a few weeks and they’re fun to watch.

  2. Kari

    I had a similar situation occur once when they nested on my air conditioner. I knew the whole nest would fall down from the vibration of the AC as soon as I turned it on, so I was quite persistent in dismantling the nest.

    After two tries, they took the hint and nested somewhere (hopefully!) safer.

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