They'll nest anywhere!

Almost as bad as rats, but, not nearly as disgusting. D had fashioned me a gardening tool bag for shears, clippers, gloves, etc., back in February. I hung the bag in the breezeway with my best pair of gardening gloves, and, lo and behold, a sparrow decided to nest in it. Or, maybe it's a chickadee? To be honest, it's so fast I haven't gotten a good look at it, and we don't want to disturb their dainty little pink speckled eggs, so now we're tip-toeing around the breezeway, avoiding its pass-through convenience factor. Ah, the amount of compromise we sometimes make all for a little feathered friend activity. Devin and Alena should be so lucky. Of course, they do have their own new private condo perched upon an old stump in the shade of the filbert tree. The one I'd like to hack back. The one I can't even trim, now, for fear it'll inconvenience the parrots' shade. Seriously. When did their comfort become more important than my aesthetic preferences. Ah, the sacrifices we make...

(Devin and Alena are our mated orange winged amazons. They've had babies, but, I won't allow it anymore because it's just more lives we have to find reliable homes for, plus, Devin gets really nasty when he's in daddy mode. Omelets anyone?)

Speaking of obnoxiously loud birds, since when did keeping a peacock become acceptable? At first, we thought it was an amplified tortured cat. Then sometimes a crying baby. Finally, I hiked to the fenceline and across the next lot spotted the waggling top-knot of an adult male peacock. AAAWWWWHHHH-AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!