Here around the Rancho, there isn’t much we won’t do for our wildlife. We keep all our lights off at night in order not to disrupt animal travel patterns. We made our Lake Charles into a sanctuary for the endangered Western Pond Turtles. Of course, we plant and nurture native flora for our bees and insects. We have a detente with our resident Mountain Lion, Miss Kitty: we don’t walk around during her hunting hours and she doesn’t come out in the day and kill me or the terriers. So when we developed a bird “situation”, our inclination was to help rather than curse. Not that there wasn’t plenty to curse about. Just as the rain let up and the warm days started, I found myself awakened every morning by the sound of birds slamming their bodies against the bedroom window. In the afternoon, the assault would continue at the other end of the barn living loft on the kitchen window. I’ll spare you the pictures, but both windows were soon covered with bird blood.
It didn’t take long to figure out the problem. It’s nesting season and the birds were building nests in the eaves and around the barn. When the sun hit certain windows at certain angles, the birds assumed their reflections were interlopers coming for their nests. So they attacked. Not wishing to find little dead bird bodies littering the driveway, I searched for solutions.
Turns out, wherever there wasn’t tape, the birds attacked. In desperation, I decided to close the big wooden window shutters. So it made the barn like a semi-dark cave, but, hey, it’s only for nesting season.
Since we are running, by default, a bird sanctuary, there was nothing to do but figure out another solution for the shutterless upper windows.
Happy nesting, birdies! There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you.
Ya little bastards.
Note: The photo of barn swallows is not mine. I stole it from here.