The real property in contention is my gas grill. I've not used it for at least a week.
In bird years, seven days constitutes abandonment.
I tried to ignore the consequence of evicting the adverse possessors; but seeing the clutch of eggs, it wasn't easy.
A notion to put the eggs under a light bulb teased my imagination. (I used to incubate chicken and duck eggs on a little farm I once owned.) The thought left me when I realized eventual constant trips between the yard and the nest to fetch insects for five little beaks would make me feel ridiculous. Never mind managing the cat.
Birds contested; still there is no bird law. So, shamefully I removed the nest and sanitized the grill.
It's still tragic. Confused birds return to the deck squawking anger and despair.
Hardened heart that I have, I grilled a steak and went dancing to forget it all.
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