The birds

We had window cleaners by the house yesterday, and, working on the second floor windows, they broke a shingle, exposing a hole, which in turn exposed the blown-in cellulose insulation we paid good money to some scumdog contractor for a couple of years later. In no time flat some clever little birds figured out that they could get in there and snag cellulose with which to feather their nests. I had to shoe them away with a broom and then climb out onto the the roof over the back porch to wedge some shimmies in that hole, and then color their heels with a walnut marker so the opening would not draw the attention of any prospective buyers.