Change in Tactics

Well, the devil bird has upped the ante and changed tactics to drive me to insanity (admittedly, a rather short journey but I’d prefer to hang onto whatever facility I still naturally possess). 

A couple weeks ago, we finally had to admit that summer is really, really here, and kick on the noisy, rattletrap device out back known as the AC unit.  I truly hoped the noise would deter the devil bird at night or even stimulate him to MOVE, but I should have known better.  At least, the closed windows and noisy AC drown out much of his nightly repertoire.

However, the obnoxious little twit has retaliated.  I can’t believe it is coincidence that right around the time we turned the AC unit on, I suddenly am finding that our mom-mobile minivan has become a target for bird poo.  That’s right, after living at this house for almost 18 months, I could count on one hand the times any bird droppings have landed on our car.  And now, within two weeks, there are about 6 or 8 different bomb zones.  Mind you, the tree is NOT even directly over the car.

HAS to be the devil bird.  HAS TO.