In which Shakespeare is not welcome in the rafters of the barn, dang it!
Hmmm. What's this?
Embedded in the space between the vapor barrier and the barn roof?
Nasty starling! I did not invite you to come live here!
It sounds crazy, but it turns out that those noisy, dirty, ugly, pesky European Starlings actually were invited to North America.
Seems that in 1890 and 1891 a bunch of loonie-birds decided to bring all the birds mentioned in the plays and poetry of Shakespeare to America.
Fortunately for us, most of the imported birds froze to death before re-writing the local ecology.
Unfortunately for us, the starlings thrived, and continue to thrive. From the original 100 birds introduced to New York's Central Park, a plague of starlings has grown that would do Moses proud. The United States government endeavors to poison, shoot, or trap around 2 million starlings each year...leaving a population of nearly 200 million free to endanger air travel, mob cattle operations, chase off native songbirds, poop on city buildings...
...and, apparently, attempt to disembowel my barn roof. More information about starlings here, although I admit that the website doesn't offer any hope of eradication in our lifetime.
Fiddle has always attracted birds. At the barn where she was boarded before moving to Haiku Farm, barn swallows would always nest in the roof above her stall. Unfortunately for baby swallows, the parents would almost always build the nest right above the water bucket, which meant that every spring I would find drowned birds in the buckets. Eeww.