There have been lots of complaints lately, loud, rude,
inappropriate early moning and all through the day complaints; persistent
complaints; furious and frustrated complaints; at times violent complaints.
Some of these have been at work, but the ones I mention here have
been at home – on my roof.
This winter I got a new water heater, a beautiful shiny new water
heater, enough for everybody in the house to share – as long as we told each
other when. That hasn't been the complaint at all. The problem has been that on
the other side of the shiny surface there has been a matching number of
claimants to the space on my roof, and the crows have been at it for weeks.
I didn't realize right away that the intruders on the other side
of the shiny surface were what caused the furore and have been asking around to
find out what to do. Most people say it is impossible to get rid of crows and
as the days grow longer - and start earlier - I have been alerted to the conflict
above my head earlier and earlier each day.
I am not a good sleeper at the best of times, but when on a
weekend morning I just about managed to sleep in and then woke up because of
the racket on my roof I had had enough.
One neighbour suggested that, if I could only kill one single crow
and hang a wing somewhere on or near the roof, the crows would not come back. I
was ready to do what it would take.
That is when another neighbour suggested we cover the heater in
black plastic and so reminded me that I had some paint left over from when my
parents painted my kitchen this January.
Light blue paint on my water heater has done the trick, it is
bright, but much to prefer above the alternative of a dead crow hanging over my
head. I still hear the crows at times, but now theirs has mingled with the sound
of hundreds of other birds. They are still loud, but their talk is no longer incessant
complaining but more a quiet sharing of joys and sometimes sorrows too – just
like at work.
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