We've had some friends move in with us. They're loud and smelly.
See these vents?
The one on the left is for my dryer. The one on the right is the stove's vent. (Should I clarify that they're not in the same room?). They seem to both have a cover, but the one on the right seems propped open somehow.
We could tell birds had moved in about two months ago. We thought we'd eventually get to it (secretly hoping they'd just move out), but then about three weeks ago we heard lots of little chirping.
Eggs had hatched.
Again we hoped that they'd just find a new home until Friday when the chirping got really, really loud. I felt like an aviary was in the middle of our house. A loud aviary with a hundred hungry chirping beaks.
To fully understand this, our microwave is above our stove so the duct work is in a cupboard above the microwave. I decided to be neighborly and bang on the metal duct work and yell something like, "keep it down in there!", but I saw this....
When I stopped hyperventilating, I texted Steven these three seperate messages:
1) The birds are IN THE HOUSE! (I wanted it to relay the same feeling as "the call is coming from inside the house"...it didn't work.)
(No response from Steven -- I gave him a full 30 seconds to respond, too!)
2) What the H am I supposed to do?!
(Still no response. It had been at least 1 min 17 sec)
3) STOP LAUGHING!
('Cause I just knew....Jerk.)
He FINALLY called (2 minutes later!) and asked me if I knew what kind of bird it was? was it the mama or the babies? were they trying to get out? Since I had only seen a bit of feathers and hadn't dared open the cupboard entirely, I took my best guess and said I thought it might be an dark gray albatross (those exist right?) or a near relation of godzilla.
When he stopped laugh/crying he told me to just wait until he got home and he'd take care of it. Here's is the rest of the story in pictures.
Steven thought the birds might get out of the box (or worse, a cat might get in). He sort of looked at me expectantly and I said, "It's not like I have a birdhouse!"
He looked at me like I was insane and calmly said, "uh, you have 5 in the living room."
This is a bad picture, but if you look close you can see Mama bird bringing her little ones food still.
I'm sure there have been more, but this has been the smelliest, raucous bunch of wildlife we've ever been forced to adopt.