My little friends

Today's little tidbit isn't about my boys, although I could probably draw a parallel.

I love pets, except cats. I grew up with a dog or cat in our house all my life. When I grew up I became terribly allergic to cats, so they are on the outs with me. I love all types of pets, common and uncommon. Since I've been married I haven't had a pet.

For the past three years we've had these small, plump little birds nesting in the rafters of our overhang in the back yard. I'd say there are about 4-6 little families that call this place home each spring. They come, build their nests up, lay their eggs, wait, and raise little birds. They then fly away and return again in the spring.

You might be thinking, yuck! I keep everything clean and wash my backyard down each night with water. This year I put up a little bird seed bell to help feed them. Each morning I watch and listen to them plan out their day (I'm assuming that's what they do). They sit on the edge and tweet back and forth.

When the ugly big black birds with yellow beaks come around and chase them away, I run out there and chase the bad birds away. I like to think of myself as their protector. I make sure my husband doesn't use the garden hose to clean out their nests and the big birds don't pick on them. I thought we had a good relationship, until this year.

I have iron bars on the outside of my backyard window and as I sit and watch my friends, they fly over and perch on the bar. They gradually turn around and poop on my window. I can't believe it. They crap on my window. As I am typing this, I'm watching one of my friends poop on my window. If that wasn't enough, I noticed today they also like to poop on the cover of my grill. Seriously!! I take care of these little guys.

I still care for my friends, so in addition to cleaning my backyard deck, I'll also clean my window and grill cover each night. Thank you my friends for crapping on me.

Like my bird friends, no matter how much crap my boys dish out, I'll clean it up, and be happy to sit and watch them play and chatter. What a life.