Well, folks. Plan H732B finally solved the problem. I’ve been feuding with a cardinal named Pecky for weeks. He began his assault on our windows in March and we tried everything.
Fake owl cookie jars. Photos of our nieces and nephews. Printed pictures of other birds taped to the windows. Closing the curtains. Taping up strips of aluminum foil. Lying in wait and then running outside with a spray bottle. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Thanks to Mr. Lucy’s Amazon ordering skills, Pecky now lives (and poops) in the trees in the backyard. Not on our deck. Unfortunately, the solution keeps scaring the crap out of me…
Yep. All it took to get Pecky to stop pecking was four of these rubbery little nightmares sinisterly draped around the deck. The neighbors have almost gotten used to me screaming every time I step outside.