I have been up in the attic this morning.
It makes a change from the usual routine.
There has been strange noises from there for a while, including lots of 'coo-ing' noises which could be irritating if allowed to continue. So I got out the stepladder and tried to get up there to investigate. Naturally the thing has only three steps and I could not get far in. On top of that a redevelopment in the 70's meant that I could not see far enough into the loft as a wall cuts off the view. So it was time to contact the landlord.
However, the flat being a bit dingy I thought I had better clean up before the landlord or his man came hence the decorating. He came today to remove the birds. So the landlord himself came, spent a while trying to work out the new style stepladder and we then ventured up into the darkness. Good job he brought a light...
I let him clamber over the confused morass that lay in front of us, just how some of that stuff got up there is a mystery, and on hands and knees, bumping his head on the timbers he managed to force a brick into the gap the birds had used to gain entry.
I stood at the top of the ladder and helped...
He returned with these four eggs which will now not hatch. This is quite sad but it is not a good idea to encourage birds up there. I feel quite guilty about this. I now do not know what to do with the things!
When I first came there were several openings in the roof beloved by many types of birdlife. This included a Swift which screamed in to feed the young and screamed out again. This was most disconcerting at first. All those openings have long been fixed and we must await now to ensure they do not return.
Still, all this activity meant I did not have time to return to painting the other window, instead I passed on a small bag of chocolates for his wife and assistant who I have since discovered thought that was a great idea!
Bribery is always handy...
