After last year’s experience with the barn swallow nest on our porch (with abundant bird droppings) I carefully deployed just enough bird-b-gone sticky stuff on the attractive areas this spring to discourage prospective parents.
We were out on the porch swing a couple evenings ago, where we like to relax and contemplate the day’s events, when we noticed a couple of swallows swooping back in forth just past the porch, occasionally diving through just a few feet away. It became apparent they didn’t want us there (at one point they recruited allies, so there were four of the little bastards hovering right in front of me, an unpleasantly Hitchcockian moment). Then Mrs. J. spotted the nest, atop a ceiling fan mounted to the porch roof a few feet away. I was hoping to remove it before they could start a family, but no luck - there were already nestlings.
So now we can only use the porch swing after dark, for the next few weeks anyway. And more birdshit scrubbing. Oh joy.