About 3 years ago a cute little Robin landed on my porch. I named her “that Robin out on the porch”. Oh, how I loved that bird. Low and behold she
was building a nest. I watched that little birdie for hours! This was before Twitter and Perez Hilton when I actually had to go out of doors for entertainment. I’m awfully pasty now by the way.
Fast forward a few days to when “that Robin out on the porch” is sitting on her eggs and has a complete freak out fit every single time I open the front door. I was a prisoner in my own home. I couldn’t sweep my porch, couldn’t arrange my cute porch furniture, couldn’t wipe down the mailbox (kay … I really only do that about once a year, but still) until those little birds hatched and flew away. This was really taking the swish out of my Spring.
By the end of it, I hated that bird. Then, you know what? As soon as the chicks hatched and flew away, that dumb bird did it again. A WHOLE other cycle of egg laying, hatching and sitting. The whole incident resulted in me eating a lot more chicken out of spite.
The one good thing to come of the whole bird ordeal, was I now had a really cute looking bird’s nest nestled into the climbing hydrangea growing up the side of my porch.
Fast forward to a week ago when I saw this post featuring a bird’s nest on Design*Sponge (they’re my new best friends by the way, partly because they featured this reupholstering post of mine.) Over the next few days I noticed bird’s nests everywhere on design blogs.
So, now I had to ask myself … is it TOO gross to go outside and grab the poop filled bird’s nest from my front porch and bring it inside. In what I thought was a hilarious move, I even “Twittered” my question. Get it? Twittered about the bird’s nest!! Yeah, no one on Twitter got the irony either. So, I decided What the hell. It’s not like I’m going to wear it on my head or anything. And I brought the bird’s nest inside.
After a quick cleaning, I ended up with a perfect springtime decoration. And the perfect springtime revenge. Stupid bird.
Under a glass dome left over from an antique clock … kindda like the Design*Sponge recommended lamp. Blue eggs I bought at Dollarama.