A few months ago we got new shingles on our roof. It was noisy; men hammering from 8 a.m. until 5 p.m. It was dusty; shingles were flying off in irregular increments and one had to time the exit of the house just right to avoid a catastrophe. In the end, it was an improvement; we went from yellow/brown shingles to brown/charcoal shingles.
The men working on the project tried their best to clean up. They laid tarps down on the grass during the removal process, but with over 200 apartments in our complex it was a big project. Needless to say nails were strewn all over the place. I found them in the grass, the parking lot, and my backyard. One evening we were sitting on our front stoop when we noticed nails falling from the gutter. A little bird decided to do a little house keeping of his own. He picked them up with his beak and dropped them over the edge. He did this several times and we had a good chuckle as we watched them fall like bombs to the ground below. It felt like he was aiming for us, like we were the ones who left trash in his territory. He was letting us know he did not approve of this reckless behavior. So what could we do but collect the nails and dispose of them properly. So I say, “Thanks for being such a tidy little bird and a good example.”