Yesterday, we had quite an adventure. And no, I'm not referring to another trip to Lowes. I'm talking about the lovely swallows we have residing in our patio cover. We thought at first (or at least I did) it was kind of cute to have birds. I even put up a nice bird feeder to attract these beautiful creatures and figured I would sit in the living room in the mornings enjoying my nice cup of coffee and watch them. Well, I was wrong. Early yesterday morning, I went outside to try and save my rose by watering it. That is a whole different story. In trying to revive my rose, I nearly was pecked to death by these very feisty (and protective) birds. I told Jared he needed to put on some gloves and move the nest out of the patio. So, he does what every good husband does and gets his gloves on and his ladder out. These birds are smarter than they appear. I think they knew what he was doing and went dive bombing--right at his face. He grabbed the rake and started making (ironically enough) crow noises at them to get the heck out of the patio. They were fearless and kept going at him. I was instructed to spray the water hose at them while Jared moved the nest. He moved it to the corner of our yard in a nice shaded tree. Well, that was not a great solution because not even 2 minutes after he moved it, we watched indoors in horror as the mama and papa bird flew up and perched where the nest was. They looked down. Looked around. Looked down. Looked at each other. I swear I saw tears and sadness from those birds. So, Jared was back out there to move the nest towards the front of the patio. They eventually found their nest but I think they are also rebuilding where they were the first time. Great. So now we are going to have like 30 chicks instead of 3.
