Birds are causing a problem in my life at the moment. A baby magpie has discovered how to fly into our house. He’s making it a daily activity swooping through the open sliding doors, pooing on the clean washing and departing. Trying to remember to close the doors, but need one open for the dog. Magpie even worked out there was access via this second door and starting flying across an inner deck to make his grand entrance.
It’s like living in a Hitchcock thriller as we all screech and duck while maggie swoops and weaves through the house.
Luckily the kookaburras haven’t yet learnt the trick.