That Time of Year

Remember our little problem from last spring? One year ago to the day, in fact. Well. Our situation hasn't improved. Not only are the grackles at it again, but apparently so are all of the other bird breeds. At least twice I've almost splattered a pair of mourning doves because they were . . . er . . . chasing each other in the air. Really, birds? You can't stop what you're doing for long enough to notice you're flying in the middle of the road and a car is careening toward you? I'm beginning to see why they call it the "birds and the bees." At least the birds part. My only comfort is the hope that we'll soon have some of these.