Palm Sunday afternoon…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 not a sign of them. By 2pm, they have begun to build in two places. My husband ventures out and removes everything from the porch floor and overhang. Within less than two hours, I look out and discover they are at it again. I stride 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 is a significant amount 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…
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