THE WAR OF SPRINGTIME I was going to write something vaguely insightful about the war in Lebanon and the historical context of imperial power in the middle east, but I forgot it was spring, and as such I've got my own battles to fight. Forget the horrors happening on the other side of the globe, there's an invasion happening above my head! Firstly I remembered to go out and check the shed for birds, Starlings I think, that have been getting in to nest there for years in spite of my determined efforts. They poo everywhere and then half their chicks die (it's not like they even do that well in there!) and you end up with rotting dead birds hidden all over the place, which in turn attracts mice and rats... It must have been over five years since it started. Back then the door didn't even close properly and I thought that would fix it. Now I've rebuilt the door frame, riveted sheet metal and/or mesh over all gaps I can find, wasted days spraying expanding foam in holes that they ended up just pecking out before I replaced it with timber and wire mesh, installed plastic hawks on a pole above the shed and inside (the pole just made a nice perch for them), and put an ultrasonic pest scarer in the ceiling. Yesterday I installed flashing over the latest suspect place where they _might_ be getting in, by levering up some transparent panels on the side of the shed, although that theory already assumed some borderline defiance of gravity since they could only approach from underneath. Yet I went in there again this morning to be met by five birds, though at least I noticed one this morning flapping around the door frame looking lost. Since they're an introduced species it wouldn't be wrong to try poisoning them, though they seem to go elsewhere to eat and I don't really want more dead bird to clean out, plus poison always seems to be a temporary solution to pest control since there's still a way for others to get in later. I'm aware of that due to the other battle in the spring wars, in which I discovered a new front while going out to check in the shed - the bees. For all the news about bees dying off from one thing or another, around where I live it's quite a different story. For the last few years there have been hives popping up everywhere, and annoyingly that includes the roof of my house. Although mercifully they're not very aggressive, I've heard tell that the weight of hives has caused ceilings to collapse, and in my case a bigger problem is that they keep dying in my guttering, which collects my house water and I end up drinking water full of dead-bee bits, which also clog up any sort of filter or constriction in the supply to everything water can come out of in the house. About the time last year that it started taking multiple pauses for cleaning the filter on my washing machine in order to complete a wash, I got my father to help me pull up much of the roof on the house, kill the bees with bug spray (yeah, poor bees, but my empathy for nature has its limits), and pull out the hives before filling the cavities with ceiling insulation (they got into the spots where there wasn't any insulation already). Unfortunately we didn't have enough time or ceiling insulation to fill all the empty spots, so left that for later. But one hive must have got down into the wall and survived, and now they're swarming from that into other parts of the roof. I did buy some used ceiling insulation a week or two ago to try and get ahead of this, but apparantly I put the job of installing it off too long waiting for good time and weather. Now it's forecast to rain tonight (maybe) and much of next week (maybe), so not good to start pulling the roof off again now either. Back to living with the buzz for a while more then, I suppose. Except I've just gathered up all the bug poisons in the house to see if any are on this list, although the need to apply those above the gutter while ensuring I don't get poison in my drinking water probably rules them all out anyway: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pesticide_toxicity_to_bees At least mice have stayed out of the Jag for a while now, touch wood. - The Free Thinker