I went out to get the oil changed in my car the other day and when I got back, Mr. Aitch told me that he or rather the house was being attacked by a very persistent robin.
First, the robin would knock on the front door. Then go to the door to the deck and do the “shave-and-a-hair-cut two-bits” rapping. It was driving Mr. Aitch crazy!
I witnessed the knocking on the front door soon after I got home so I investigated the door.
The #@*% bird had done his business all over my hanging basket/door decor. I immediately took it down along with the hook that held it thinking that would keep the bird from attacking the door window.
Not a chance.
Then I sent an explanation that we were also enjoying a wine, cheese, ham and cracker lunch…
So far it’s working. And no bird droppings on the king of the jungle guarding our front door.