The baby birds are babies no more. They have vacated their poopy nest and they won't be getting their security deposit back. One word - yuck!
If the world runs low on cement, we should explore bird poop as an option. It took some major scrubbing and lots of bleach to clean my door.
Since we were cleaning out there, I decided to take down the rest of the Christmas lights. I call it taking the trailer park out of our porch. All we need now is a couple of cars on blocks and maybe a pink flamingo or two standing gracefully next to some tractor-tire (painted white, of course) flower beds.
I love living in the country. Maybe next week we'll paint the house trim hunter's orange. :)