Nobody does, although somebody has.
Do you know the story with the sparrows? You know, those little cute cirpy little beings we admire in the park for their lack of complexes or downright audacity?
Oh well, I remeber the chilly winter morning, who am I kidding? it was a dead frozen morning! when I discovered they have picked through the rigid foam that isolates under my window to build somewhat of a cavern like nests. My heart was torn between “aw, how cute”, “damn, so that’s the noise at 6 a.m.” and “shit, the windows are going to collapse eventually”.
But being the procrastinator I am I have decided to take no action for the moment.
So all is fine, the windows are in place and sparrows are merily singing their tone deaf cirps. But also spring has set in, and I am headed for the appliance store to buy isolating foam.
Because nobody gets to shit on my windows.