Well, howdy there internet peeps and the Birdman of Baltimore,
It's Troy again...
Speaking of birds, my buddy Rupert, from the TV show where they strand people on a tropical island then they vote each other off each week, well, he's an Indiana native, and runs a mentoring jobs program for young men (mostly) with a felony or two here in Indiana.
His mentoring program was gifted an old, early 1900s downtown 2 story brick building in the small town of Shelbyville, about 40 miles outside of Indianapolis.
The building is the type with really tall ceilings, brick walls. Rupert moved his charity out to the small town, where the mayor, the county sheriff and town police chief were willing to give Rupert's program a chance to have an impact on their social issues.
Well, the building was in about as good shape as Rupert's campaign for Indiana governor in 2012 (when Mike Pence won). Since Rupert ran as a 3rd party candidate (he got 3.4% of the vote), the building and the campaign were in a very sorry state.
Bringing in his mentees from downtown Indianapolis as a work crew, and slowly adding former incarcerated parolees from Shelbyville, Rupert got the building turned around in about 2 years.
His biggest problem early on was evicting the hawks who had found entry points into the attic area above the second floor. And the skeletons of the pigeons they'd feasted on. A sh*t-ton of pigeon bones....
Seems the pigeons would find a way into the attic, then the hawks would hop on over and hit the buffet for some breasts and wings.
That was a two month ordeal finding and sealing up all of the entry points. The second floor had a pile of pigeon poo, discarded nesting material, and dirt, about a foot think piled under the hole in the ceiling where the roof had leaked.
I visited about three months into the renovations. There were about five hawks sitting on buildings around Rupert's new offices, staring at us whenever we went in or out. They seemed kind of grumpy. When Rupert put up the plastic bird spikes on the brick ledges and windowsills, the hawks promptly tore them out. They wanted their pigeon buffet back.
gotta go start laundry and make a grocery run. Be back later.