In the spring when birds do sing
And love is flying on the wing
When after days and nights of passion
It’s time for birds a nest to fashion
Where safe, secure her eggs she lays
And mother bird in comfort stays.
Rooks usually build their nests in trees
Which rock and sway in the breeze.
In Wannock, it can blow a gale
Last year’s nest is up for sale!
So this spring they sought a change
And their beady eyes did range
When looking for the ideal spot
They found it in my chimney pot!
For location ’twas just right
No other birds they’d have to fight.
It really had a lovely view
with plenty room just for the two.
When chilly – they’d have central heating
Yes, this place would take some beating!
To build their best they did prepare
And gathered twigs from here and there.
The cat she turned a blind eye
For after all, she could not fly
Easier catches would be found
With birds that fed upon the ground.
In September, when the boiler checked
The gas fire flue, their nest had blocked.
A pile of twigs lay in the grate
For chimney sweep I’d have to wait
Before the gas fire I could use
Or fumes might cause my quick demise!
No wire guard to stop their game
Needed “Dobbo”, roofing legend
A few more pounds I’d have to spend
To make my chimney pots bird-proof,
And stop their antics on my roof!
They’ll see this battle I have won
So rooks go back where you belong
To use my chimney pot was wrong!