Me - 6. Birds - 0.

I don’t know whether to admire them or be pissed. I’ve torn down that nest at least five times and the birds keep coming back. I gotta give it to them. They sure don’t give up easy. Or they can’t take a hint. Does that make them tenacious or just stupid?

Anyways, I’m almost to the point where they’ve worn me down and I feel like just letting them have it. Is that what they’ve been counting on? That I’ll give in, get lazy, or that one day I’ll find it rebuilt, occupied with eggs or babies and have no choice but to let my soft side take over and let them stay?

Nope. They have to go. I’ll teach them a lesson in tenacity. I’ll teach them who pays the mortgage on this house. Me. (For now anyways.)

I can’t have the mess, the poop, the scaring of the people who are going to be coming to my front door to deliver my oversized check when I win some sweepstakes. (People still do do that, don't they? Say yes. Please, say yes.)

I’m off to evict once again.