Dad and Derek chase squirrels. Lori and I have a particular robin on our hit list. We’re not sure if it is always the same robin, but if all robins were this stupid, they wouldn’t exist anymore. First we had one that was infatuated with the bathroom window. It would continually fly into it, trying to attack itself when it saw its reflection. Sometimes we would find blood on the window. Now when we hear it we let the cats sit in the bathroom window. They seem to enjoy the show and the robin usually leaves.
Then it discovered the mirrors on the Del Sol. It would sit on them all day, and occassionally try to attack the bird it saw in that reflection. That didn’t bother me so much except that it seems to have a problem controlling its bowel movements when it goes into attack mode, and consequently there would be huge guano deposits all over the door. We would wash the car daily and it got so bad I took to driving the truck into town because I was too embarrassed to be seen driving the guano-mobile.
Lori suggested covering the mirrors so she made cute little covers for them that you can see in the picture. That worked really well for about a day until the robin discovered that the truck has mirrors too. So now the truck has cute little covers for its mirrors.
End of problem? No, the @#$%! robin decided it would be too easy to give up and go poop on someone else’s car. Now it spends its whole day back at the Del Sol, sitting on top of it and pooping all over the back of it. We’re going shopping for covers for the Del Sol and the Dakota, and possibly a b.b. gun for the robin.