We found this lovely little nest lying in the road yesterday – no sign of any carnage, but that doesn’t mean anything. But then, we’ve reached the time of year when if you worry too much about all the baby birds there are around, you will go mad.
However, we do feel we have a particular duty of care to the swallows. One of the remoter outposts of the other half’s shed empire has been given over to their nesting activities. For the last couple of years, apart from the small matter of the poo, all has gone well. But this year, the neighbour’s cat has grown from cute kitten to fully fledged killer and it appears to have taken up birdwatching as a hobby.* The swallows swooping around the courtyard drive it into a tail-twitching frenzy and it’s quickly learned that they have to fly in and out of the shed via the top window, so that is where it sits, waiting for an opportunity to pounce. The swallows had noticed too and after we’d seen them making a sudden u-turn at the approach to the window, I decided it was time to act.
You can’t train a cat, and the jet of the hose doesn’t quite reach that window anyway, so more direct measures were called for. It’s kept the cat away from the window, although – as the swallows have also been known to slip through a gap in the door – she’s still hopeful.
It might turn out to be a long and stressful summer.
*If you’re interested in other sinister birdwatching activities, ahem, may I direct you the side bar? Just a thought