So far the house finches who are trying to build a nest on top of my porch light are still surprised every time I open the front door. It's almost as if they're not paying attention or something. I'm not chasing them away, but I am hoping they take the hint sooner or later.
On the back porch, where the wild bird feeder hangs, I really have no control. And I might go broke keeping the feeder full, the way the finches and sparrows crowd each other out. There can be as many as six or seven at a time on or around it, and more on the porch beams.
One of their tricks is to flick the seeds onto the ground with their beaks, which of course attracts even more birds. I even saw one of them today pick up a mouthful and then lean over the edge and drop it. What the point of that was I have no idea, but it was obviously no accident.
Every so often a cat will come strolling through the yard, acting all nonchalant and uninterested until it gets to the porch. Most of the time the birds will scatter before the cat gets that far, but it can be quite comical to see how far they let it get before taking off.
At the store yesterday I bought a pumice stone. None of the rags, sponges or brushes I've tried has been very effective at keeping the porch boards free of bird droppings. I used to sit out there on warm, sunny days like this and read, but it's pretty disgusting right now. I'll get it under control, maybe this weekend.
I've also run out of excuses for not washing the car, and I'll have to get to that this weekend as well.