Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess |
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Today's installment comes to us courtesy of Bob and his experience this past Sunday. We always work to shove the paper into the tube as far as it will go, especially on a day where it calls for rain. Sunday papers are large, and often get stuck in the drain holes in the bottom of the tube, or the edges fold over prohibiting easy insertion. Bob tried a few times to stuff this paper in the tube, and finally decided someone had left a foreign object in the tube that he'd have to remove, first. Thinking it might be an advertisement or something like that, he pulled the paper out a little ways, and shoved it back in harder, using both hands. Suddenly, he was smacked in the cheek by something - it took a bleary moment to realize some poor sparrow had flown into his face, bounced off and was now frantically bouncing around the inside of the truck cab. Bob's dome light was on, so the bird ran back and forth across the dashboard a few times, then headed toward the light. Bob was trying to shut off the light and shoo the bird out the window. He finally managed to get the light turned out, and the bird pushed out, so he backed up to look inside the tube. He turned on the interior light again and saw a small bird's nest squished agains the back of the tube. He felt SO bad. He said he's not going to put a paper in there for awhile, hoping the bird rebuilds. Poor Bird... sitting peacefully, dozing on her nest - perhaps even on eggs; and WHAM!! Here comes this wrecking-ball newspaper. Poor bird! On a related note, my parents had a similar situation with a bird in their tube. They did not SMASH her home, but, my dad cleaned out the foundation a few days in a row. Each timne, the next day, a new foundation was started. My dad finally set up a video camera, pushed the nest out onto the ground right below the tube, and waited. Sure enough, the bird came back, and one piece at a time, flew to the ground, picked up a stick, flew up to the tube and strategically placed it. Then back to the ground for one more building block, and into the tube for the next course. My dad then pushed the nest out and covered the opening of the tube, but built a wooden box piggy-backed above the paper tube, figuring it would be an open invitation to build there. .... The bird left. You can't mess with - or reroute - mother nature. |