The robins have waited until today to make their move. My porch is their Canaan, the promised land with a large lipped shelf…a comfortable flat window overhang with plenty of space to build. ‘No’ I say.
Their attack is orderly. Mid morning, there is nothing. By 2pm they have begun to build in two places. My husband goes out and removes everything. Within two hours, I look out and discover they are at it again. I venture out with a broom and a bottle of cleaner to clean off the windows. I wipe things down. I hang up chimes and sweep up the porch, lugging heavy Adirondack chairs around. It’s a lot of work trying to keep something so small away from us. I turn on the porch light and lock the door firmly and tightly. Round one…
690 Saint Paul 