The wren has a new roosting pocket. It is the prettiest little home I have ever seen. It is like a country cottage for birds. I had to harden my heart and practice tough love. I've dismantled her own roosting pocket in the shack, and have hung the new one in its place with a few of her leaves in it. I'm hoping this will acclimatise her to it. In a couple of days I'll move it outside onto the tree. It's the kindest way I can think of to put an end to the poo problem.
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