The doves are stalking me.
They walk my roof line. They walk all over my porch. They just hang out in the front of my house, waiting. And while they wait, they do that coo'ing thing that I used to find lovely, and now I just find annoying.
It's a stand off. They're waiting for my baskets so they can use them for their homes and reproductive purposes. I'm refusing to budge. #1 - It's not yet Mother's Day, which is the random deadline for hanging baskets according to my family. #2 - Seriously doves, you ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
But there they are. Waiting. I try to shoo them away, and they just cock their little heads to the side and continue to coo. I know what they are saying. "Listen lady. Get those damn baskets up. I've got eggs to lay. You know it's going to happen. We know you won't throw us out. Your mom would. She thinks you're weak." And this is all true. The doves, they know me so well.
My mom is a bad ass when it comes to nature. She'll tell you to throw the eggs and nest out. "We've got enough of those birds. They aren't endangered! Throw their nests out and when the mom comes back, tell them maybe the dingo ate your babies!" This is the same lady who patiently stalks moles in her yard with her shovel she refers to as her sharpshooter. She'll flood them out, pop 'em up and whack 'em upside their heads! Now I hate moles as much as the next guy, but I don't have the wherewithall to hunt them.
Anywho, the doves are waiting. And I know they will win. I'm contemplating some sort of decoy basket on a separate hook for them. Then perhaps they will back off my flowers?
Meanwhile, the robins apparantly talked to the doves about the fine living over here at House of WE. By the time I discovered this nest, it had three wittle robin eggs in it. And now? Three little baby robins. No dingos over here.