I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed.
Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous
flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building
nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the
table…everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And
others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked
and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it
when it got low on food. After a while, I couldn’t even sit on my own back
porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were
gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built
all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be…quiet,
serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.  Read more... (340 words, estimated 1:22 mins reading time)