Birds

I told someone last week that if God wiped birds off the face of the planet I wouldn't mind. And I wouldn't. I now, hate them. Three years ago when we brought Saige home from the hospital we had a nest-a mud nest-above our front door. Poop was literally everywhere. So so gross. The birds would get scared and fly in and out of the porch when we came in and out and one baby bird fell out and died. It was crazy. The next year the same exact birds came back to build the same nest in the same spot. I googled the birds and they were barn swallows. They keep the same mate their entire life and come back to the same spot every year to mate. Ohhhh I was NOT having that. I tried 2009 and 2010 to make them go away but they wouldn't. I decided 2011 was MY year. No birds, no poop. (I will admit watching a mama bird feed her babies was a cool experience for the girls ...but having poop on our door and porch was not a cool experience for ME!) So as soon as I saw them flying around I tried to "trap" the door. I put up foil and knives, a lizard and cd's. It did sort of work but all the foil started falling off and I was frustrated. As soon as I thought they left the next day I found them putting mud all over my porch. I sprayed it down again and again. They left but this week they tried again. I must of look like a crazy person spraying the birds in the air with the hose. I seriously sprayed the start of their nest down 10 times yesterday. Feeling frustrated I opened the front door and gave the girls a broom and plastic golf club and had them wave it at the birds when they tried to come back. These birds have been such a problem and will not leave. So yes, I hate birds.