When we considered buying this house, one of the biggest plusses for it was a second garage and a little apartment above it. Those with adult children know that being able to offer them their own private space, even a small one, is worth its weight in gold.
Literally, if you are buying a house in Austin right now. Grrr.
On the first floor, adjacent to the garage, is our office, a decent size room with its own AC. I love the office. Love, love, love. I can hide in there to work and nobody will bother me. When you work from home, having a separate space dedicated to your job is amazing, because it allows you to have time off. You can “go to the office,” even if that office is a separate laptop on the kitchen table, and then you can put the laptop away and “come home.”
As I’ve mentioned, I adore the office. Tuna also adores the office. She dutifully arrives there every morning to
lay on the desk and on my table and be a nuisance to help us write books. Sometimes she runs into the garage in a huff and can’t be readily found. The last time this happened, we left the office door open so she could get out.
The door remained open for a couple of days. When we came back to work, I noticed a piece of grass sticking out of the fan light. I turned the light on.
Some enterprising birds used this opportunity to sneak into the office and try to build a nest. I suspect the sparrows. They are rude to begin with.
They have two perfectly good birds houses set up for them in the trees. Do they use them? No. They decided to build a nest in the fan light.
Gordon climbed the ladder and quickly learned that no eggs were laid, so we dumped the nest out.
The office door will now be closely monitored and shut. Birds are one thing. Baby skunks are a completely different thing, and I don’t want to find any of them in our office.