I don't like the birds that hang around our house. I don't like the nests they aggressively guard near our front door, nor the bird droppings that pile up. I don't like that we feed the birds in the back that then drop seeds that sprout into ugly rye grass in my yard. I don't like how they help themselves to Duke's food if the bird feeder has run dry.
I do like the dove calls and the occasional spotting of a bluejay or cardinal, still somewhat rare in this area. But everything else I don't like!
And then I saw these. These little babies whose nest is in one of my hanging plants on the back porch. They won't make it. Duke already knows they're there. It was a bad spot for the mom or dad to build a nest in the first place, but birds seem to have forgotten that that's what trees are for. Anyway, their chances are slim but I hope they get to fly away soon.