Me and T have been fighting birds. Yes, that's right, we are at war with the birds around our house. The birds have decided the place where our stove vents from our house is the perfect place to set up a nest. Not only is this a dangerous idea for them to have it isn't exactly attractive when they stuff random bits of debris in the vent. So as they work tirelessly to find just the right fluffy nest bits and fly them over to stuff into the vent again and again we come and rip it out. Again and again. We are tired of this game and I feel bad for their work being for nothing. I imagine the husband bird trying to explain to the wife bird why their new home is taking forever to build. She's ready to have baby birds and he said it would be done a week ago.