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Droppings

Nesting in the eaves of my house are house martins.  There are 4 nests, one right above the back door so for months I have been shoveling up bird muck and hosing down.  Here we are in the middle of August and the little critters are still cosied up in their nests.  I thought birds were supposed  to hatch,  hang around their mother for a couple of weeks and then take off.  But still they stay like 25 year old teenagers refusing to leave their parents' home.

In the front of my house I have shutters and behind each shutter there are bats.  Like the birds they have been busy reproducing and yes, you guessed it, leaving their mark all over the window sills.  Yesterday when I noticed that the droppings were about an inch deep behind the shutters I decided to unclip them and with a whoosh all the bats, including the little ones flew out. 

Now why can't they fly round the back of the house and tell the birds to do the same so I can say goodbye, see you next year.

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