My landlord called today to say it was time to have my air conditioning unit serviced, so when the technicians removed it from the window and carted it off, I got a good look at the bird nest that’s been giving me trouble lately. And then I scooped it up and threw it in the trash. Harsh, perhaps, but at least there were no eggs to deal with. Those bachelor/ette birds can move along, no strings attached.
You need to crush the egg yokes into a nice puree. You can’t leave any signs of life about. Those bitches smell life! Life will find a way to mess with you. It always does. Mother Nature, perhaps.
Good thing those nasty Memphians left those cigarette pack cellophanes lolling about for hard-up birds to use to insulate themselves against the frosty freon drip of your A.C.!