Morning Adventure
I am sitting at the dowstairs kitchen table reading the newspaper and waiting for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twe. There is a tapping noise from the pantry. Tap tap tap rustle rustle. Tick tap tick tick. After a couple of attempts to sneak up on the noise which cause it to stop, I finally arrive in the pantry when the noise is still going on from the window, where the dryer exhausts. Looking out the window, there are a few wisps of grass sticking out of the vent, and a very cheerful-looking sparrow fussing with them. He sits down, surveying the back alley from his cozy hole.
I callharrock over. Look! A sparrow is building a nest in the dryer vent! We agree that the sparrow is adorable, but probably should not be encouraged to stay there. We push the dryer button briefly. He ruffles but stays put. We turn the dryer on for about twenty seconds. He decides this is too much, and jumps out. Now, we can hear a very irate sparrow: "Cheep! CHEEPCHEEP KEKEKEKEKEKEKEK CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!" I don't speak bird, but it's clear he's really furious at what he sees as a breach of contract with the landlord ("This sort of thing should be covered up front in the lease, if there's going to be exhaust!")
I go outside to look. He's nowhere to be found, buttirinian does wander by to wonder why I'm standing in the alley staring at the side of the building. I explain the sparrow, with much descriptive waving of my wings and cheeping. He says I'm mocking the sparrow's pain. Well, I probably am. Still, the couple of grasses should probably go, lest they be a fire hazard.
Back inside, to pull the dryer vent out of the window, and realize that the couple grasses sticking out are but the visible tip of the Huge Two-Room Townhouse that the sparrow has built in the dryer vent. It looks extraordinarily comfortable, if I were a bird, with grass lining the vent for about a foot and a half. I spend five minutes pulling grass out of the tube, evicting the bird. Happily, there are no eggs, or I would have felt much more guilty.
But the sparrow is definitely going to have words with the real estate agent who set him up with his place, maybe threaten a lawsuit. This was not a bird to just mildly find a new spot.
twe. There is a tapping noise from the pantry. Tap tap tap rustle rustle. Tick tap tick tick. After a couple of attempts to sneak up on the noise which cause it to stop, I finally arrive in the pantry when the noise is still going on from the window, where the dryer exhausts. Looking out the window, there are a few wisps of grass sticking out of the vent, and a very cheerful-looking sparrow fussing with them. He sits down, surveying the back alley from his cozy hole.I call
harrock over. Look! A sparrow is building a nest in the dryer vent! We agree that the sparrow is adorable, but probably should not be encouraged to stay there. We push the dryer button briefly. He ruffles but stays put. We turn the dryer on for about twenty seconds. He decides this is too much, and jumps out. Now, we can hear a very irate sparrow: "Cheep! CHEEPCHEEP KEKEKEKEKEKEKEK CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!" I don't speak bird, but it's clear he's really furious at what he sees as a breach of contract with the landlord ("This sort of thing should be covered up front in the lease, if there's going to be exhaust!")I go outside to look. He's nowhere to be found, but
tirinian does wander by to wonder why I'm standing in the alley staring at the side of the building. I explain the sparrow, with much descriptive waving of my wings and cheeping. He says I'm mocking the sparrow's pain. Well, I probably am. Still, the couple of grasses should probably go, lest they be a fire hazard.Back inside, to pull the dryer vent out of the window, and realize that the couple grasses sticking out are but the visible tip of the Huge Two-Room Townhouse that the sparrow has built in the dryer vent. It looks extraordinarily comfortable, if I were a bird, with grass lining the vent for about a foot and a half. I spend five minutes pulling grass out of the tube, evicting the bird. Happily, there are no eggs, or I would have felt much more guilty.
But the sparrow is definitely going to have words with the real estate agent who set him up with his place, maybe threaten a lawsuit. This was not a bird to just mildly find a new spot.